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PUBLIC   WORSHIP, 


CUMBERLAND  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH, 
(general  Assembly 


AUTHORIZED  BY  THE  GENERAL  ASSEMBLY,   AT  REB 
SESSION  IN  HUNTSVILLE,  ALABAMA,  A.  D.  1858. 


NASHVILLE,  TENN. : 
C.   P.  BOARD  OF  PUBLICATION. 

1872. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1859,  by 

W.   M.   REED, 

in  the  office  of  the  Clerk  of  the  District  Court  for  the 

Middle  District  zf  Tennessee. 


CONTENTS 


PSALMS 1-250 

HYMNS. 

The  Holt  Scriptures 253-258 

Existence  and  Attributes  of  God 258-275 

Providence  and  Government  of  God 275-286 

Fall  and  helpless  Condition  of  Man 286-290 

The  Gospel 291-303 

Christ 303-324 

Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ,  324-335 ;  Re- 
surrection and  Ascension  of  Christ.  335-356  ; 
Love,  Glory,  and  Excellence  of  Christ  cele- 
brated. 356-372;  Christ  in  various  relations, 
372-384. 

The  Cross 384-387 

The  Holt  Spirit 387-405 

Warnings  and  Invitations  of  the  Gospel 405-433 

Conviction  and  Confession 433-445 

Christian  Graces 446-494 

The  Christian  viewed*  in  various  Relations  and 

Circumstances 494-527 

Institutions  of  the  Gospel: 
The  Church,  527-531;   Baptism,  531-536;   The 
Lord's  Supper,  536-544;  The  Christian  Sab- 
bath, 544-553 ;  Public  Worship,  553-568 ;  Pri- 
vate and  Family  Worship,  569-582;  The  Min- 
istry,  582-591;    Universal  Diffusion  of  the 
Gospel,  591-615. 
Various  Topics: 
Prayer,  616-628;   Retirement  and  Meditation,' 
628-632  ;  Security  of  the  Righteous,  632-634 ; 
Encouragement,  634-636  ;  Scripture  Models, 
637,  638 ;  Youth  admonished  and  instructed, 
638-640  ;  Vanity  of  Earth,  641-644;  Flight  of 
Time,  644-651;  Death,  651-668;  Resurrection 
and  Judgment,  668-679;  Heaven,  680-694. 

Various  Occasions 694-699 

Miscellaneous 700-734 

D0X0LOGIE8 736-731 


PREFACE. 


The  General  Assembly  of  the 
Cumberland  Presbyterian  Church, 
at  its  session  in  Huntsville,  Alabama, 
A.  D.  1858,  appointed  a  committee,  con- 
sisting of  Rev.  A.  J.  Baird,  Rev.  J.  C. 
Provine,  and  N.  Green,  Jr.,  p]sq.,  to  re- 
vise the  Psalms  and  Hymns  of  the  book 
formerly  adopted  by  the  Assembly  for  the 
use  of  the  Church,  with  special  instruc- 
tions as  to  the  "  names  of  authors/ '  "  res- 
toration of  their  original  phraseology," 
the  "incorporation  of  old  hymns,"  and 
"  close  attention  to  the  theology  of  the 
same." 

The  Assembly  also  appointed  a  commit 
tee,  viz.,  Rev.  C.  P.  Reed,  Rev.  R.  Beard, 
D.D.,  Rev.  M.  Bird,  D.D.,  to  review  the 
work  of  the  revising  committee  prepara- 
tory to  publication. 


EXPLANATION  OF  ABBREVIATIONS, 


Ch Church. 

Col Collection. 

Epis.  Col Episcopal  Collection. 

Luth.  Col..; Lutheran  Collection. 

Meth.  Col Methodist  Collection. 

Mont.  Col Montgomery's  Collection 

P.'s  Col Pratt's  Collection. 

Presb.  Col Presbyterian  Collection. 

Evang.  Mag Evangelical  Magazine. 

S.  &  H Sternhold  &  Hopkins. 

Sp.  Psalms.. , Spirit  of  the  Psalms. 

T.  &  B Tate  &  Brady. 


VI  PREFACE. 

After  much  labor  and  scrupulous  care, 
the  committees  have  accomplished  the 
tasks  respectively  assigned  them,  and 
now  present  to  the  Church,  through  the 
Committee  of  Publication,  a  compilation 
unsurpassed  by  any  work  of  similar  char- 
acter, in  arrangement  of  subjects,  beauty 
of  poetry,  piety  of  sentiment,  and  har- 
mony and  symmetry  of  doctrine. 

May  the  great  Head  of  the  Church  and 
King  of  saints  approve  the  offering,  to 
the  advancement  of  Zion  and  the  promo- 
tion of  the  Divine  glory ! 


PSALMS. 


1  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 
The  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way  where  sinners  go ; 
Who.  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do  ; 

2  Who  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord ; 

And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green ; 

And  Heaven  will  shine  with  kindest  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  : 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

1  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

BLEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 
Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat ; 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 
7 


PSALMS. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind. 
By  living  waters  set, 

Safe  from  the  storm  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profession  shine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust : 
What  vain  designs  they  form ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust 
Or  chaif  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 
Among  the  sons  of  grace, 

When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts. 

THE  man  is  ever  blest 
Who  shuns  the  sinner's  ways  ; 
Among  thfcxr  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place; 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight, 

Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root ; 

Fresh  as  I  lie  leaf,  his  name  shall  live; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race ; 
They  no  such  blessings  find: 

Their  ImiMx  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 


PSALMS. 

Q  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

Christ  exalted  and  his  Enemies  warned. 

WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 
Derides  their  rage  below  ; 

He  speaks,  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 

3  "I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 
And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 

1  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

And  wide  his  kingdom  spread." 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth  ; 
Obey  the  anointed  Lord; 

Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

Q  Part  II.     C.  M.  T.  &  U 

ATTEND,  0  earth,  when  God  declares 
His  uncontrolled  decree : 
"  Thou  art  my  Son  :  this  day,  my  heir, 
Have  I  begotten  thee. 

2  "Ask,  and  receive  thy  full  demands  : 
Thine  shall  the  heathen  be : 

The"  utmost  limits  of  the  lands 
Shall  be  possessed  by  thee.'; 

3  Learn,  then,  ye  princes,  and  give  ear, 
Ye  judges  of  the  earth ; 

Worship  the  Lord  with  holy  fear, 
Rejoice  with  awful  mirth. 
9 


PSALMS. 

2  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts. 

THE  Lord  ascends  on  high, 
And  asks  to  rule  the  earth ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

2  He  asks,  and  God  bestows 
A  large  inheritance : 

Far  as  the  world's  remotest  ends 
His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

3  The  nations  that  rebel 
Must  feel  his  iron  rod  : 

He'll  vindicate  those  honors  well 
Which  he  received  from  God. 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 
And  worship  at  his  throne  : 

With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

5  If  once  his  wrath  arise, 
Ye  perish  on  the  place ; 

But  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

3  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

God  our  Defence.     Morning. 

OLORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 
In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  olood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

i  Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  raised  an  evening  cry ; 

Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 
10 


PSALMS. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down,  and  slept  secure  ; 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong : 

He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light, 

And  makes  his  praise  my  morning-song. 

£  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

MY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears ! 
How  fast  my  foes  increase ! 
Their  number — how  it  multiplies  ! 
How  fatal  to  my  peace ! 

2  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread ; 

Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

3  I  cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bowed  a  listening  ear : 

I  called  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdued  my  fear. 

4  Guarded  by  him,  I  laid  me  down, 
My  sweet  repose  to  take ; 

For  I  through  him  securely  sleep, 
Through  him  in  safety  wake. 

5  What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell 
All  armed  against  me  stood  ? 

No  terrors  now  shall  shake  my  soul ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

J  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

THOU,  gracious  Lord,  art  my  defence, 
On  thee  my  hopes  rely  ; 
11 


PSALMS. 

Thou  art  my  glory,  and  shalt  yet 
Lift  up  my  head  on  high. 

2  Guarded  by  him,  I  laid  me  down, 
My  sweet  repose  to  take  ; 

For  I  through  him  securely  sleep, 
Through  him  in  safety  wake. 

3  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  ; 
He  only  can  defend  : 

His  blessing  he  extends  to  all 
That  on  his  power  depend. 

4.  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

God  our  Portion. 
TTTHAT  though  th'  unthinking  world  ma; 
VV       say, 
"Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good  ?" 
Lord,  for  thy  light  and  love  we  pray : 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 

2  Then  shall  our  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine  and  love  so  great ; 

Nor  will  we  change  our  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boasted  state. 

4  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
I  am  for  ever  thine: 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  care  and  business  free, 

*T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

12 


PSALMS. 

Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep : 

Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

5  Part  I.     L.  M.      Pratt's  Col 
Communion  with  God.     Sabbath  Morning 

LORD,  hear  my  words — my  spirit  see, 
When  wrapt  in  solemn  thoughts  of  thee : 
My  King,  my  God,  my  cries  attend : 
To  thee  my  suppliant  prayers  ascend. 

2  Whene'er  the  morning  rays  appear, 
Thou,  Lord,  my  early  voice  shaft  hear : 
To  thee  my  lifted  hands  shall  rise, 
And  faith  look  up  with  longing  eyes. 

3  0  God,  thy  pure  and  holy  mind 
In  tents  of  sin  no  joy  can  find: 
Far  from  thy  throne  shall  evil  flee, 
Nor  e'er  inhabit,  Lord,  with  thee. 

4  But  I,  by  boundless  mercies  led, 
Thy  temple's  sacred  courts  will  tread ; 
Up  to  thy  house  with  joy  repair: 
Thy  mercies  shall  surround  me  there. 

5  Prostrate  I'll  bow,  with  fear  impressed, 
While  awe  profound  inspires  my  breast ; 
And  faith,  while  yet  my  prayers  arise, 
Firm  on  the  Saviour's  name  relies. 

5  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts, 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
13 


PSALMS. 

To  thee  will  1  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye — 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints: 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 

1  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness, 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

>  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint  ; 
Accept  my  secret  prayer : 
To  thee  alone,  my  King,  my  God, 
Will  I  for  help  repair. 

2  Thou  in  the  morn  my  voice  shalt  hear, 
And  with  the  dawning  day, 

To  thee  devoutly  I  '11  look  up, 
To  thee  devoutly  pray. 

3  Let  all  thy  saints,  who  trust  in  thee, 
With  shouts  their  joy  proclaim; 

By  thee  preserved,  let  them  rejoice, 
And  magnify  thy  name. 
14 


PSALMS. 

4  To  righteous  men  the  righteous  Lord 

His  blessings  will  extend  ; 
And  with  his  favor'  all  his  saints, 

As  with  a  shield,  defend. 


5  Part  IV.    C.  M.      Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

BEHOLD  us,  Lord,  with  humble  fear 
Approach  thy  temple  gate ; 
Though  most  unworthy  to  draw  near, 
Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait. 

2  But,  trusting  in  thy  boundless  grace, 
To  all  so  freely  given,  , 

We  worship  in  thy  holy  place, 
And  lift  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Lead  us  in  all  thy  righteous  ways, 
Nor  let  our  footsteps  slide : 

Make  straight  thy  path  before  our  face, 
Our  guardian  still,  and  guide. 

4  No  more  to  sin,  Lord,  let  us  yield, 
Defended  from  above, 

And  kept,  and  covered  with  the  shield 
Of  thy  almighty  love 

£>  Part  V.     C.  M.       Wrangham. 

SOON  as  the  morning  rays  appear, 
I'll  lift  my  eyes  above ; 
My  voice  shall  reach  thy  listening  ear, 
And  supplicate  thy  love. 

2  Within  thy  house  my  voice  shall  rise, 

Before  thy  mercy-seat ; 
There  will  I  fix  my  steadfast  eyes, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 
15 


PSALMS. 

3  In  righteousness  thy  strength  display, 

And  my  protection  be  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  that  only  way 

Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 


0  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watt? 

Severe  Chastisements  deprecated. 

LORD,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes, 
When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear ; 
0  let  it  not  against  me  rise  ! 

2  Pity  my  languishing  estate, 
And  ease  the  sorrow  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
0  Lord,  in  tender  inercy  heal. 

3  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn ! 
How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long? 

When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song  ? 

6  Part  II.     C.  M.  Newton 

TN  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 
Thy  feeble  worm,  my  God ; 
My  spirit  dreads  thine  angry  look, 
And  trembles  at  thy  rod. 

2  Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I  am  weak ; 
Regard  my  humble  cry : 

0  let  thy  voice  of  comfort  speak, 
And  bring  salvation  nigh. 

3  0  come,  and  show  thy  power  to  save, 
And  spare  my  fainting  breath  ; 

For  who  can  praise  thee  in  the  grave, 
Or  sing  (hv  name  in  death? 
Hi 


PSALMS. 

4  Satan,  my  cruel,  envious  foe, 
Insults  me  in  my  pain  ; 

He  smiles  to  see  me  brought  so  low, 
And  tells  me  hope  is  vain. 

5  But  hence,  thou  enemy,  depart, 
Nor  tempt  me  to  despair ! 

My  Saviour  comes  to  cheer  my  heart ; 
The  Lord  has  heard  my  prayer. 

7  L.  M.  Pratt's  Cot 

THE  Lord  is  judge :  before  his  throne 
All  nations  shall  his  justice  own : 
0  may  my  soul  be  found  sincere, 
And  stand  approved  with  courage  there. 

2  The  Lord,  in  righteousness  arrayed, 
Surveys  the  world  his  hands  have  made ; 
Pierces  the  heart,  and  tries  the  reins, 
And  judgment  from  on  high  ordains. 

3  My  God,  my  Shield  !   around  me  place 
The  shelter  of  the  Saviour's  grace  : 
Then,  when  thine  arm  the  just  shall  save, 
My  life  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

8  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

The  Divine  Glory  celebrated. 

ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  name  is  spread 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

Above  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  sounding  notes  of  honor  raise ; 

And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 
2  17 


PSALMS. 

3  Amidst  thy  temple  children  throng 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face : 

The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  loud  liosannas  fill  the  place.    . 

8  Part  II.    L.  M.      Pratt's  Col 

The  condescending  Grace  of  God. 

ULORD,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 
How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine, 
Placed  high  above  the  heavenly  frame. 

2  Down  from  his  throne  thy  Son  descends, 
A  little  time  our  form  to  wear : 

Beneath  th'  angelic  hosts  he  bends, 
Our  sufferings  and  our  guilt  to  bear. 

3  But,  lo !  thy  power  exalts  him  high, 
In  glorious  dignity  enthroned  ; 

He  bears  our  nature  to  the  sky, 

O'er  all  thy  works  the  Ruler  crowned. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 
How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 

Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine- 
Let  all  the  earth  resound  thy  fame. 

^  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watt? 

Same  Subject. 

OLORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous 
Is  thine  exalted  name! 
»The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shouldst  visii  him  with  grace, 

And  love  his  nature  so  ?— 
18 


PSALMS. 

3  That  thine  oternal  Son  should  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form  ; 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  save  a  dying  worm ! 

4  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty, 
Who  bowed  his  head  to  death ; 

And  be  his  honors  sounded  high 
By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

5  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  all  the  earth  proclaim. 


8  Part  IV.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

OTHOU,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

2  When  heaven,  thy  glorious  work  on  high, 
Employs  my  wondering  sight, 

The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light ; 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  choost 
To  keep  him  in  thy  mind ! 

Or  what  his  race,  that  thou  shouldst  prove 
To  them  so  wondrous  kind ! 

4  0  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 

Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
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PSALMS. 

8  Part  V.     C.  M.      Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

JEHOVAH,  Lord  of  power  and  might, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 
The  blaze  of  day,  the  pomp  of  night, 
Thy  majesty  proclaim. 

2  Lord,  what  is  man — weak,  sinful  man — 
That  he  thy  care  should  prove ; 

That  thou  for  him  shouldst  deign  to  plan 
Such  mighty  acts  of  love  ! 

3  Made  in  thine  image  at  his  birth, 
Next  to  the  heavenly  host, 

And  sovereign  of  the  new-formed  earth, 
Each  privilege  he  lost. 

4  Then  did  the  pitying  Saviour  leave 
The  glories  of  the  sky, — 

0  !  love  too  wondrous  to  conceive  ! — 
For  sinful  man  to  die ; 

5  To  die,  that  we,  by  grace  restored, 
Might  life  and  glory  claim ! 

0  great  Creator,  Saviour,  Lord, 
How  excellent  thy  name ! 

8  Part  VI.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OLORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darksome  skies  ; 
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PSALMS. 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 
And  all  their  shining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 
That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
How  wondrous  are  thy  ways, 

That  from  the  dust  thy  power  should  frame 
A  monument  of  praise  ! 

9  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

God  glorious  as  a  Judge  and  Deliverer. 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song ; 
Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thou,  sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace: 
My  God  prepares  his  throne, 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  oppressed, 

To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  who  know  thy  name  will  trust 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  hast  ne'er  forsook  the  just 
Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

6  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 

And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 
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PSALMS. 

9  Part  II.     C.  M.  Wati* 

Same. 

"\TTHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 

VV       Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  dust 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain  ; 

Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. 

3  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 
And  wait,  and  long  complain. 

Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

4  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor; 

Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

9  Part  III.     C.  M.     Wrangham 

Same. 

TO  God,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  mount, 
Your  lofty  voices  raise  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  works  recount, 
In  solemn  hymns  of  praise. 

2  The  Lord  in  righteousness  is  known, 
In  judgment  seen  by  all ; 

The  wicked,  who  his  name  disown, 
By  their  own  works  shall  fall. 

3  0  Lord,  in  majesty  arise, 
The  heathen's  power  assail; 

Exalt  thyself  above  the  skies, 
And  let  not  man  prevail. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Thou  art,  0  God,  the  righteous  Lord, 

Thy  name  shall  still  endure  ; 
Thy  throne  of  judgment  and  thy  word 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure. 

9  Part  IV.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Delight  in  praising  God. 

TO  celebrate  thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
I  will  my  heart  prepare ; 
To  all  the  listening  world  thy  works, 
Thy  wondrous  works,  declare. 

2  The  thought  of  them  shall  to  my  soul 
Exalted  pleasures  bring ; 

While  to  thy  name,  0  thou  Most  High, 
Triumphant  praise  I  sing. 

3  Thou  art,  0  Lord,  a  sure  defence 
Against  oppressing  rage ; 

As  troubles  rise,  thy  needful  aid 
In  our  behalf  engage. 

4  To  celebrate  thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
I  will  my  heart  prepare  ; 

To  all  the  listening  world  thy  works, 
Thy  wondrous  works,  declare. 

XO  Part  I.     L.  M.      Pratt's  Col. 

Jehovah,  the  Avenger  of  the  Oppressed. 

JEHOVAH  reigns — your  tribute  bring  ; 
Proclaim  the  Lord,  th'  eternal  King : 
Crown  him,  ye  saints,  with  holy  joy, 
His  arm  shall  all  your  foes  destroy. 

2  Thy  Spirit  shall  bur  heart  prepare  ; 
Thine  ear  shall  listen  to  our  prayer : 
Thou,  righteous  Judge  !  thou  Power  divine  ! 
On  thee  the  fatherless  recline. 
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PSALMS 

3  The  Lord  shall  save  th'  afflicted  breast, 
His  arm  shall  vindicate  th'  oppressed; 
Earth's  mightiest  tyrant  feel  his  power, 
Nor  sin  nor  Satan  grieve  them  more. 

1 0  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

~\T7HY  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far, 

W      And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour? 

3  0  God,  arise — lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  : 

No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand 
When  God,  our  help,  is  nigh. 

4  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  lend  thine  ear  to  hear ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 

10  Part  III.     CM.      Wrangiiam 

Same  Subject. 

ARISE,  0  Lord— lift  up  thine  hand, 
And  show  to  all  mankind 
That  in  thy  guidance  and  command 
The  poor  shall  safety  find. 

2  Thou  dost  ungodliness  behold: 

0  then  the  humble  bless, 
And  with  thy  sacred  love  enfold 

The  poor  and  fatherless. 
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PSALMS. 

3  God  hears  his  humble  followers'  voice, 
When  offered  up  in  prayer  ; 

He  bids  their  thankful  hearts  rejoice, 
Who  to  his  house  repair. 

4  Those  shall  in  peace  and  safety  live, 
Who  love  God's  righteous  laws ; 

To  them  he  will  protection  give, 
For  ever,  from  their  foes. 

11  L.  M.  Watts. 

God  present  to  save  his  People. 

MY 'refuge  is  the  God  of  love : 
Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
"  Fly,  like  a  timorous,  trembling  dove, 
To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly?" 

2  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
His  eyes  survey  the  world  below : 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

3  If  he  afflict  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear  ! — 
His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

4  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls? 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere ; 

And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear 

[2  CM.  Watts 

Divine  Aid  invoked  in  Times  of  great  Wickedness. 

HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
Religion  loses  ground ; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 
25 


PSALMS. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
They  act  the  flatterer's  part : 

With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
But  with  a  double  heart. 

•3  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 

And  love  is  waxing  cold, 

4  Is  not  thy  chariot  hastening  on  ? 
Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign  ? 

May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

5  ''Yes,"  saith  the  Lord,  "now  will  I  rise, 
And  make  oppressors  flee ; 

I  shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 
And  set  my  servants  free." 

13  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Co)nplaint  under  the  Hiding  of  God's  Countenance. 

HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face, 
My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  shall  my  afflicted  soul 
Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 

3  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield; 
My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 

Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  sealed 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

4  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace 
Whence  all  my  comforts  spring; 

1  shall  employ  my  lip-  in  praise. 
And  thy  salvation  sing. 
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PSALMS. 

13  Part  II.     7s.       Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

LORD  of  mercy,  just  and  kind, 
Wilt  thou  ne'er  my  guilt  forgive  ? 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live  ? 

2  Lord,  how  long  shall  Satan's  art 
Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin, 

Triumph  o'er  my  humbled  heart, 
Fears  without  and  guilt  within  ? 

3  Lord,  my  God,  thine  ear  incline, 
Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  ; 

Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 
Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death. 

4  But  on  mercy  I  rely — 
Mercy,  heavenly  Lord,  impart  : 

Mercy  brings  salvation  nigh ; 
Mercy  shall  rejoice  my  heart. 

5  Lord,  I  lift  my  voice  in  praise, 
All  thy  bounty  to  adore : 

From  eternity  thy  grace 
Flows,  increasing  evermore. 

13  Part  III.     7s.      Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  my  God,  how  long  by  thee 
Shall  I  quite  forgotten  be  ? 
Lord,  how  long  ? — for  ever  ? — say — 
Wilt  thou  turn  thy  face  away  ? 

2  Ceaseless  thoughts  my  soul  perplex ; 
Daily  griefs  my  spirit  vex : 
O'er  me,  lo  !  my  foes  bear  sway  : 
Lord,  how  long? — for  ever? — say. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Lord,  my  God,  at  length  arise ; 
Mark  my  sorrows,  hear  my  cries : 
Lighten  thou  my  eyes  that  weep, 
Lest  the  sleep  of  death  I  sleep. 

4  On  thy  mercy  I  repose : 

Thee  my  heart  her  Saviour  knows  ; 
Leaps  for  joy  ;  and  hymns  thee,  Lord, 
Thee,  her  shield  and  great  reward. 

14  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Atheism  arising  from  Depravity. 

FOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say 
That  all  religion  's  vain  ; 
There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men. 

2  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 
Looked  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

3  By  nature,  all  are  gone  astray ; 
Their  practice  all  the  same  ; 

There  's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There  's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

4  0  that  salvation  might  proceed 
From  Zion's  sacred  place, 

Till  Israel's  captives  all  are  freed, 
And  sing  recovering  grace ! 

14  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject 

ARE  sinners  now  so  hardened  grown, 
That  they  the  saints  devour. 
And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  power  ? 
28 


PSALMS. 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  : 

Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

3  Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust : 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  0  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 
To  finish  our  distress  ! 

When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 


15  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

The  Citizen  of  Zion. 

WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  who  loves  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below ; 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean  ; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean : 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  does  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  could  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

4  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 
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15  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

TT7H0  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV       0  God  of  holiness? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 

Who  trusts  his  Maker's  promises, 
And  follows  his  commands  ; 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue ; 

Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbor  wrong ; 

4  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor : 

This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

15  Part  III.     7s.        Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

WHO,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 
In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

'A  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed  ; 
He  whose  will,  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 
He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one ; 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
Who,  with  hope,  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained ; 
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PSALMS. 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done : 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

16  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Humility  of  a  good  Man. 

PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need: 
For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead: 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confessed 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am : 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

8  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  I  do ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 
And  give  their  hours  to  noise  and  wine ; 

1  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

16  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

YT^HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong: 
\  V       His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart ;  rejoice,  my  tongue  ; 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
31 


PSALMS. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  dust,  and  rise  on  high  ; 

Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

H>  Part  III      L.  M.      Wbangha* 

Delight  in  God  and  his  People. 

PRESERVE  thy  faithful  servant,  Lord, 
Who  art  the  refuge  of  the  just; 
To  me  thy  sheltering  aid  afford, 
For  in  thine  arm  alone  I  trust. 

2  The  saints,  who  dwell  the  earth  around, 
I  view  with  pleasure  and  delight ; 

But  they  who  other  gods  have  found, 
I  cast  with  horror  from  my  sight. 

3  I  will  not  mingle  with  the  throng 
Whose  guilt  their  sorrow  multiplies; 

I  will  not  name  them  with  my  tongue, 
Nor  join  their  bloody  sacrifice. 

4  God  is  my  portion  here  below : 
'Tis  he  who  shall  my  lot  maintain ; 

His  bounty  makes  my  cup  o'erflow, 
And  frees  my  anxious  soul  from  pain. 

5  Thou  shalt  unto  my  longing  eyes 
The  path  of  endless  life  display ; 

Where,  in  thy  presence,  joys  arise 
Which  neither  languish  nor  decay. 

1(3  Part  IV.     CM.  IVAfll 

LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 
And  worship  wood  or  stone; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  ca&J 
Where  God  is  truly  known. 
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PSALMS. 

2  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food ; 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  : 

Much  am  I  pleased  with  present  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
His  counsels  are  my  light ; 

He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  keeps  me  safe  by  night. 

4  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-seeing  eye  : 

Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  shall  move, 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

5  Thou  shalt  the  paths  of  life  display, 
Which  to  thy  presence  lead ; 

Where  pleasures  dwell  without  alloy, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 


1(3  PartV.     CM.  Watts 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

I  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joy  express;  " 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Where  souls  departed  are, 

Nor  quit  my  body  in  the  grave, 
To  see  corruption  there. 

3  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
And  raise  me  to  thy  throne ; 

Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give ; 
Thy  presence  joys  unknown. 
3  33 


PSALMS. 
;L7  Part  T.     L.  M.  Watts 

Prospect  of  the  Righteous  and  Wicked  contrasted. 

LORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  iny  patience,  and  my  love : 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword — the  hand  is  thine. 

2  W7hat  sinners  value,  I  resign : 
Lord,  ?tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

3  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere : 
When  shall!  wake,  and  find  me  there? 

4  0  glorious  hour !  0  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

5  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  glad  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

17  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

A   RISE,  my  gracious  God,  • 
£\_     And  make  the  wicked  flee; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 
To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies — 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 

Uorv,  in  this  life,  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boast  of  all  his  store ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance — 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Washed  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

18  Part  I.     L.  M.      Pratt's  Col. 

Strength  and  Protection  from  Jehovah. 

TT^ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  love  thy  nan  r, 

\  \     Jehovah  !   thee  my  strength  I  claim  ; 
My  rock,  my  fortress,  where  I  fly ; 
My  great  deliverer,  always  nigh. 

2  My  God  !  thy  names  of  grace  impart 
The  strength  that  cheers  my  fainting  heart. 
In  thee  I  trust,  nor  danger  dread, 

Thine  arm  the  buckler  o'er  my  head. 

3  What  can  thy  horn  of  power  control, 
Which  wrought  salvation  for  my  soul  ? 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence  : 

Nor  earth,  nor  hell,  shall  pluck  me  thence. 

4  Thou,  gracious  Lord,  hast  heard  my  cries ; 
Beyond  our  praise  thy  glories  rise ; 

And  still  shall  prayer  my  lips  employ, 
Till  thou  shalt  every  foe  destroy. 

1 8  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

11HEE  will  I  love,  0  Lord,  my  strength, 
My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade  ; 

While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

3  In  my  distress,  I  called  my  God, 
When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine ; 

He  bowed  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 
And  proved  his  saving  grace  divine. 

4  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour, 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

1Q  Part  III.     L.  M.  Waiti 

Same  Subject. 

JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode ; 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wiiere's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield ; 

And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives — and  blessings  crown  his  reign — 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  vain, 

While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

18  Part  IV.     C.  M  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

NO  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  trust,  0  Lord,  in  thee; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
A  sure  defence  to  me. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Thou  our  deliverer  art,  0  God ; 
Our  trust  is  in  thy  power  ; 

Thou  art  our  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
Our  safeguard  and  our  tower. 

3  To  thee  will  we  address  our  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  we  owe ; 

So  shall  we,  by  thy  watchful  care, 
Be  saved  from  every  foe. 

4  Then  let  Jehovah  be  adored, 
On  whom  our  hopes  depend ; 

For  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
His  people  can  defend  ? 

18  Part  V.     C.  M.  S.  &  H. 

Jehovah  coming  to  reign. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Full  .royally  he  rode, 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying-all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 
Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 

And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

18  Part  VI.     8s.  &  7s.        P.'s  Col. 

LO  !  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ! 
He's  my  rock,  I  bless  his  name : 
He,  my  God,  salvation  giveth ; 
All  ye  lands,  exalt  his  fame. 
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PSALMS. 

2  God,  Messiah's  cause  maintaining, 
Shall  his  righteous  throne  extend : 

O'er  the  world  the  Saviour  reigning, 
Earth  shall  at  his  footstool  bend. 

3  O'er  his  enemies  exalted, 
Great  Redeemer  ! — see  him  rise  ! 

Though  by  powers  of  hell  assaulted, 
God  supports  him  to  the  skies. 

4  Jesus,  hail !   enthroned  in  glory, 
There  for  ever  to  abide ; 

All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

]_Q  Part  I.     L.  M.  Addison 

The  Heavens  declaring  the  Glory  of  God. 
^HE  spacious  firmament  on  high. 


T' 


With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball? 

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PSALMS. 

What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." ' 

19  Part  II.     L.  M  Watts. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  his  Works  and  in  his  Word. 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess  ; 

But  that  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  ali  the  earth,  and  never  stand ; 

So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run : 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed 
Which  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise! 

0  bless  the  world  with  heavenly  light  [ 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise : 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven : 

Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 
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19  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  bis  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run. 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 
It  spreads  diviner  light ; 

It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 

For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  ! 

0,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven ! 

20  Part  l     l-  m-  Watts 
Prayer  and  Hope  in  Trouble. 

NOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  sends  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts ; 

His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

3  Save  us,  0  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
And  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong, 

Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 
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QO  Part  H-     C-  M'       Wrangham. 

xS'ame  Subject. 

THE  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend, 
In  trouble's  darksome  hour ; 
The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defend, 
And  shield  thee  by  his  power. 

2  In  thy  salvation  we'll  rejoice. 
And  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 

For,  when  in  prayer  he  hears  thy  voice, 
He  will  relief  afford. 

3  In  chariots  and  on  horses  some 
For  aid  and  shelter  flee ; 

But  in  thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  come, 
And  will  remember  thee. 

4  0  Lord,  to  us  salvation  bring ; 
In  thee  alone  we  trust ; 

Hear  us,  0  God,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thou  refuge  of  the  just ! 

Ql  Part  I.     L.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

Christ  exalted  to  reign, 

BEHOLD  the  King  of  Zion  rise 
To  endless  glory  in  the  skies ! 
Thy  strength  and  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
His  joy,  his  triumph,  his  reward  ! 

2  The  Lord  his  heart's  desire  completes, 
From  heaven  his  prayer  acceptance  meets 
Though  bowed  to  death,  intent  to  save, 
He  lifts  him  from  the  cross  and  grave. 

5  He  asks — th'  eternal  Lord  bestows  : 
Life  from  th'  unchanging  fountain  flows ! 
O'er  death  the  victory  he  gives — 
Th'  exalted  Saviour  ever  lives ! 
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PSALMS. 

i  Hail,  Fount  of  Blessings !  placed  in  thee, 
Our  life,  our  strength,  our  all,  we  see: 
Aloud  our  songs  thy  power  proclaim. 
And  wide  we  spread  thy  glorious  name. 

21  Part  II.     C.  M.  Barlow 

God  acknowledged  in  National  Blessings. 

IN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise, 
Our  favored  realms  rejoice; 
And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  In  deep  distress,  our  injured  land 
Implored  thy  power  to  save  : 

For  life  we  prayed — thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

3  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe,  or  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely  : 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain. 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

4  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 
And  still  exalt  thy  fame ; 

While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

£<2  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Sufferings  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood, 
Like  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry: 
Raised  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness! 

And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 
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Q2  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

■  •  ATOW,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 
i_\|      My  God,  support  thy  Sori ! 

When  horrors  dark  my  soul  oppress, 
0  leave  me  not  alone  !:' 

2  Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray. 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chased  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exalted  stands  ; 

While  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Shall  bow  to  his  commands. 

Q2  Part  III.     C.  M.      Wrangham 

Goodness  of  God  commemorated. 

~\TTHEN  trouble  fills  my  soul  with  grief, 

YV       0  bide  not,  Lord,  thy  face ; 
For  I  can  hope  for  no  relief, 
Unaided  by  thy  grace. 

2  Our  fathers,  trusting  in  thy  word, 
Reposed  their  hope  in  thee ; 

In  thee  protection  found,  0  Lord, 
And  life  and  liberty. 

3  When  in  thy  temple  I  appear, 
To  hear  thy  sacred  word, 

My  vows  I  will  perform,  and  there 
Thy  benefits  record. 

4  For  thou  from  men  of  low  estate 
Wilt  not  conceal  thy  face, 

But  unto  those  who  humbly  wait 
Wilt  give  thy  promised  grace. 
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PSALMS. 

5  Tc  all  the  world  will  I  declare 
The  greatness  of  thy  name ; 

Assembled  saints  my  voice  shall  hear, 
As  I  thy  praise  proclaim. 

Q2  Part  IV.     CM.      Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

ALL  ye  who  serve  the  Lord  with  fear, 
In  praise  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Let  Jacob's  faithful  children  hear, 
Let  Israel's  sons  rejoice. 

2  The  great,  who  have  his  bounty  known, 
And  they  who  mercy  crave, 

Alike  shall  at  his  feet  bow  down ; 
For  he  alone  can  save. 

3  Throughout  the  world's  extended  bound 
His  goodness  shall  be  shown ; 

And  every  tongue,  the  earth  around, 
Shall  worship  at  his  throne. 

4  His  glorious  kingdom  is  divine, 
His  subjects  hear  his  word ; 

Through  every  realm  his  light  shall  shine, 
And  all  shall  fear  the  Lord. 

Q3  Part  I.     Lv  M.     G  l.       Addison 

Jehovah  the  Shepherd  of  his  People. 

HMIE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
JL    And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
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To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

23  Part  II.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide ; 
The  Shepherd  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose : 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 

Refreshing  water  flows. 

8  He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 

In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free  ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 

Defend  and  comfort  me. 
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PSALMS. 

5  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote, 

And  in  his  temple  spend. 

23  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

MY  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 
Jehovah  is  his  name  : 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back 
When  I  forsake  his  ways, 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 
Thy  presence  is  my  stay ; 

One  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days ; 

0  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise  ! 

Q3  Part  IV.     S.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

1MIE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is ; 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows ; 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  Hows. 
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PSALMS. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ;  [shadt 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  darl 
My  Shepherd 's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  surrounding  foes 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  future  days ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


•>3  Part  V.     S.  M,    Mrs.  Steele 

Same  Subject. 

TT7HILE  my  Redeemer's  near, 
VV     My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 

1  bid  farewell  to  every  fear ; 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 
Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 

And  guard  me  with  thy  watchful  eye, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

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23  Part  VI.     7s.  Merrick 

Same  Subject. 

TO  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge  ; 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 

To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread ; 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant,  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend ; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

24  Part  I.     L-.  M.    Montgomery. 
The  Citizen  of  Zion. 

1M1E  earth,  0  Lord,  is  ever  thine, 
Its  peopled  realms  and  wealthy  stores  ; 
Built  on  the  floods  by  power  divine, 
The  waves  are  ramparts  to  the  shores. 

2  But  who  shall  reach  thy  holy  place, 
Or  who,  0  Lord,  ascend  thy  hill  ? 

The  pure  in  heart  shall  see  thy  face, 
The  perfect  man,  that  doth  thy  will. 

3  lie  who  to  bribes  hath  closed  his  hand, 
To  idols  never  bent  the  knee, 

Nor  sworn  in  falsehood ;   he  shall  stand 
Redeemed,  and  owned,  and  kept  by  thee. 
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24_  Part  II.     L.  M.    Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

TT7HO  shall  ascend  the  holy  hill, 
\  \     Great  God  !  which  all  thy  glories  fill  ? 
Who  in  thy  temple's  hallowed  dome 
Secure  his  everlasting  home  ? 

2  Whose  hands  are  clean,  whose  heart  sincere. 
Whose  purpose  pure,  whose  actions  clear ; 
Whose  soul  no  vanity  allures, 

And  truth  his  plighted  vow  secures : 

3  This  man  the  blessing  shall  receive, 
The  blessing  which  the  Lord  will  give : 
Salvation  from  his  God  shall  flow, 
And  righteousness  his  hand  bestow. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  chosen  seed, 
Like  Jacob,  wrestling  as  they  plead  : 
They  seek,  0  Lord,  they  seek  thy  face, 
And  wait,  and  find  the  promised  grace. 

24  Part  III.     L.  M.       C.  Weslet 

Triumphal  Ascension  of  Christ. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  : 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold' th'  ethereal  scene: 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
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PSALMS. 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ?" 
The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

That  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew , 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 

6  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ?" 
The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  possessed, 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 


24  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Citizen  of  Zion. 

LORD,  who,  among  the  sons  of  men, 
May  visit  thine  abode  ? 
He  who  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

2  This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 
The  blessings  of  his  grace ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  those  who  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

3  Now  let  our  souls'  immortal  powers 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare  ; 

Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors — 
The  King  of  glory  's  near. 

4  The  King  of  glory  ! — who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  saints  is  his  delight. 
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24  Part  V.     C.  M.  T.  A  R 

Triumphal  Ascensio?i  of  Christ. 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ; 
Unfold,  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  :  see,  he  comes 
With  his  celestial  train. 

2  Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? — whc  ? 
The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned ; 

In  battle  mighty  ;   o'er  his  foes  • 

Eternal  victor  crowned. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates ; 
Unfold,  to  entertain 

The  King  of  glory :   see,  he  comes 
With  all  his  shining  train. 

4  Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? — who  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned: 

Of  glory  he  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crowned. 

24  Part  VI.     7s.        Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

*  *  TT7IDE,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold, 

VV     Closed  no  more  by  death  and  sin 
Lo  !  the  conquering  Lord  behold  ? 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in." 
Hark  th'  angelic  host  inquire, 

"Who  is  he,  th'  almighty  King?" 
Hark  again,  the  answering  choir 

Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing : 

2   "  He  whose  powerful  arm  alone 
On  his  foes  destruction  hurled ; 

He  who  hath  the  victory  won, 
He  who  saved  a  ruined  world ; 
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PSALMS. 

He  who  God's  pure  law  fulfilled, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  Word  ; 
He  whose  truth  with  blood  was  sealed ; 

He  is  heaven's  all-glorious  Lord." 

3   "Who  shall  to  this  blest  abode 

Follow  in  the  Saviour's  train  ?" 
"They  who  in  his  cleansing  blood 

Wash  away  each  guilty  stain : 
They  whose  daily  actions  prove 

Steadfast  faith  and  holy  fear, 
Fervent  zeal  and  grateful  love  ; — 

They  shall  dwell  for  ever  here." 

25  Part  I.     0.  M.        Wrangham 

Prayer  for  Divine  Guidance  and  Pardon. 

SHOW  me,  0  Lord,  thy  sacred  way, 
Thy  truths  to  me  relate ; 
For  thou  art  God,  whom  I  obey  ; 
On  thee  I  daily  wait. 

2  Remember  not  in  anger,  Lord, 
The  errors  of  my  youth ; 

But  let  thy  mercy  help  afford, 
According  to  thy  truth. 

3  0  Lord,  on  me  compassion  take, 
Who  have  despised  thy  word; 

And  for  thy  name  and  mercy's  sake, 
Thy  pardoning  love  afford. 

4  0  keep  my  soul,  and  set  me  free ; 
Preserve  me,  Lord,  from  shame ; 

For  I  have  placed  my  hope  in  thee, 
And  trusted  in  thy  name. 


25  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts 

LIFT  my  soul  to  God; 
My  trust  is  in  his  name: 


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PSALMS. 

Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  From  early  dawning  light 
Till  evening  shades  arise, 

For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

3  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

4  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind ; 
The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways ; 

And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

a  5  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts. 

Mercy  of  God  to  the  Faithful. 

TO  God,  in  whom  I  trust, 
I  lift  my  heart  and  voice ; 
0  let  me  not  be  put  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

2  Thy  mercies  and  thy  love, 
0  Lord,  recall  to  mind ; 

And  graciously  continue,  still, 
As  thou  wert  ever,  kind. 

3  Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 
Be  blotted  out  by  thee ; 

And,  for  thy  wondrous  goodness'  sake, 
Is.  mercy  think  on  me. 

4  His  mercy  and  his  truth 
The  righteous  Lord  displays, 

In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 
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JJ 5  Part  IV.     S.  M.  Wattb 

Same  Subject. 


M 


;i  INE  eyes  and  rny  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 


1  love  to  plead  his  promised  grace, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  turn  thee  to  my  soul ; 
Bring  thy  salvation  near : 

When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
From  sin's  destructive  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  0  keep  my  soul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame, 

For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

5  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  see  thy  face  again  ; 

Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

25  Part  V.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found 
That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ?  • 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart. 
The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 
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PSALMS. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  power 
Are  truth  and  mercy  still 

With  such  as  keep  his  covenant  sure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 
Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 

Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 

QQ  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Conscious  Integrity. 

JUDGE  me,  0  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart : 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  Among  thy  saints  will  I  appear 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  innocence ; 

But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

3  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

4  Let  not  my  soul  be  joined  at  last 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood ; 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  passed 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 

36  Part  II.     CM.  P.'s  Col. 

Delight  in  the  Presence  and  Worship  of  God. 

WE  love  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 
For  there  thou  deign'st  to  dwell ; 
And  there  the  heralds  of  thy  word 
Of  all  thy  mercies  tell. 
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PSALMS. 

2  There,  in  thy  pure  and  cleansing  fount. 
Washed  from  each  guilty  stain, 

Our  souls  on  wings  of  faith  shall  mount 
To  heaven's  eternal  fane. 

3  Around  thine  altar  will  we  kneel 
In  penitence  sincere, 

A  Saviour's  mercy  deeply  feel, 
And  words  of  pardon  hear ; 

4  Or,  mingling  with  the  choral  throng, 
Our  joyful  voices  raise, 

And  pour  the  full,  melodious  song, 
In  notes  of  grateful  praise. 

Q(3  Part  III.     7s.        Wranguam 

Same  Subject. 

SEARCH  my  heart,  my  actions  prove ; 
Try  my  thoughts  as  they  arise  ; 
For  thy  kindness  and  thy  love 
Ever  are  before  my  eyes. 

2  I  have  loved  the  hallowed  place 
Where  thine  honor  doth  abide ; 

To  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 

Lord,  my  erring  footsteps  guide ! 

3  Gather. not  my  soul  with  those 
Who  their  deeds  of  blood  pursue; 

Who,  thy  justice  to  oppose, 

Hold  the  tempting  bribe  to  view. 

4  Keep  my  soul  from  all  offence ; 
All  my  supplications  hear ; 

As  I  walk  in  innocence, 

Let  me,  Lord,  thy  mercy  share. 

5  Thou  hast  placed  my  foot  aright, 
Therefore  I  my  voice  will  raise, 

With  thy  saints,  before  thy  sight, 
In  unceasing  hymns  of  praise. 
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PSALMS. 
27  Part  I.     CM.  Watts 

God  resorted  to  in  Trouble  and  Desertion. 

THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires — 
0  grant  me  mine  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  glory  still ; 

Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  learn  thy  holy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide : 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 

And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

27  Part  II.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 

In  each  distressing  day. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear; 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raise  your  spirit,  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

27  Part  III.     7s.      Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 
Hear,  Jehovah,  from  afar ; 
r*et  thy  tender  mercies  be 

Still  propitious  to  my  prayer ! 

2  When  thou  bad'st  me  seek  thy  face, 
Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 

Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, 

"  Thee  I'll  seek,  0  Lord  most  high." 

3  Should  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
When  no  more  its  help  I  share ; 

Though  decayed  a  mother's  love, 
Though  withdrawn  a  father's  care  ■ 

4  Then  Jehovah's  guardian  eye 
Shall  my  orphan  state  defend, 

Shall  a  parent's  place  supply, 
He  my  guardian,  father,  friend ! 

•33  C.  M.  Dwight 

Divine  Interposition  acknowledged. 

BLEST  be  the  Lord,  who  heard  my  prayer; 
The  Lord,  my  shield,  my  song ; 
iVho  saved  my  soul  from  sin  and  fear, 
And  tuned  with  praise  my  tongue. 
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PSALMS. 

2  When,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Of  foes  and  death  afraid, 

My  spirit  trusted  in  his  grace. 
And  sought  and  found  his  aid. 

3  0  blest  Redeemer,  glorious  Lord ! 
Thy  shield,  thy  strength  shall  be 

The  shield,  the  saving  strength  of  all 
Who  love  and  trust  in  thee. 

4  Remember,  Lord,  thy  chosen  seed ; 
0  save  from  guilt  and  woe ; 

Thy  flocks  in  richest  pastures  feed, 
And  guard  from  every  foe. 

5  Zion  exalt,  her  cause  defend  ; 
With  joy  her  courts  surround  ; 

Let  showers  of  heavenly  grace  descend, 
And  saints  thy  praise  resound. 

Q9  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Jehovah,  the  universal  King. 

GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power  ; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Through  every  ocean,  every  land ; 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood, 
O'er  earth  he  reigns  for  ever  King ; 

But  makes  his  Church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

4  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  imparts ; 

Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  comfort  to  our  hearts 
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29  Part  II.     L.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

•Same  Subject. 

QONS  of  the  mighty!  rise,  and  bring 
i^3  Your  offerings  to  th'  eternal  King  • 
Own  'tis  Jehovah,  while  you  rise, 
Your  glory  and  your  strength  supplies. 

2  His  word,  all-powerful  to  fulfil 
Th'  eternal  counsels  of  his  will, 
With  awful  majesty  arrayed, 
Subdues  the  world  his  hand  has  made. 

3  The  mountains  bow,  the  cedars  rend; 
Lo  !  at  his  high  command  they  bend ! 
So  through  the  world  his  gospel  ran, 
And  bowed  the  rebel  heart  of  man. 

4  His  word,  like  lightning  from  the  skies, 
Strikes  deep,  and  quick  conviction  flies : 
The  nations  tremble  and  adore, 
Through  earth,  to  its  remotest  shore. 

5  Jesus  is  king !   enthroned  on  high, 
He  reigns  through  all  eternity  ! 

His  glory  shall  his  Church  increase, 
With  strength  divine,  and  endless  peace ! 

29  Part  III.     L.  M.      YVranoham 

Same  Subject. 

YE  mighty  rulers  of  the  land, 
Give  praise  and  glory  to  the  Lord; 
And  while  before  his  throne  ye  stand, 
His  great  and  powerful  acts  record. 

2  0  render  unto  God  above 

The  honors  which  to  him  belong; 

And  in  the  temple  of  his  love, 

Let  worship  flow  from  every  tongue. 
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PSALMS. 

o  His  Toice  is  heard  the  earth  around, 

When  through  the  heavens  his  thunders  roll; 

The  troubled  ocean  hears  the  sound, 
And  yields  itself  to  his  control. 

4  When  he  upon  the  lightning  rides, 
His  voice  in  loudest  thunder  speaks ; 

The  fiery  element  divides, 

And  earth  to  its  deep  centre  shakes. 

6  God  on  the  floods  has  fixed  his  throne, 
His  government  shall  never  cease ; 

He  shall  his  power  and  strength  make  known, 
And  bless  his  chosen  sons  with  peace. 

30  L.  M.  Watts 

Divine  Compassion  acknowledged. 

I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high: 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak,  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love ; 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays  ; 
His  love  is  life,  and  length  of  days : 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning-star  restores  the  joy. 

31  Part  I.     L.  M.     Mrs.  Steele 
Confidence  in  God. 

LORD,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name, 
I  place  my  hope,  my  only  trust : 
Save  me  from  sorrow,  guilt,  and  shame, 
Thou  ever-gracious,  ever-just. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Thou  art  my  rock ;  thy  name  alone 
The  fortress  where  my  hopes  retreat : 

0  make  thy  power  and  mercy  known ; 
To  safety  guide  my  wandering  feet. 

3  Blest  be  the  Lord,  for  ever  blest, 
Whose  mercy  bids  my  fear  remove : 

Those  sacred  walls  which  guard  my  rest 
Are  his  almighty  power  and  love. 

4  Ye  humble  souls  who  seek  his  faee, 
Let  sacred  courage  fill  your  heart : 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  trust  his  grace, 
And  he  will  heavenly  strength  import. 


31  Part  II.     C.  M.    Mrs.  Steele 

God  praised  for  his  merciful  Protection. 

COME,  0  ye  saints,  your  voices  raise 
To  God  in  grateful  songs ; 
And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 

2  Her  deepest  gloom  when  sorrow  spreads, 
And  light  and  hope  depart, 

His  face  celestial  morning  sheds, 
And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

3  To  thee,  my  God,  oppressed  with  grief, 
I  breathed  my  humble  cry  ; 

Thy  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 
And  wiped  my  weeping  eye. 

4  Thy  mercy  chased  the  shades  of  death, 
And  snatched  me  from  the  grave; 

0  may  thy  praise  employ  that  breath 
Which  mercy  deigns  to  save! 
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PSALMS. 

31  Part  III.     C.  M.      Wrangham. 

Same  Subject. 

XN  thee,  0  Lord,  I  place  my  trust ; 
Preserve  my  soul  from  shame  : 
Thou  art  the  refuge  of  the  just, 
And  righteous  is  thy  name. 

2  Of  grace,  how  boundless  is  the  store, 
Thy  children  shall  receive, 

Who  love  thy  word,  thy  name  adore, 
And  in  thy  service  live ! 

3  To  God  the  Lord,  who  dwells  above, 
Let  songs  of  praise  resound, 

Who  with  his  never-failing  love 
Has  fenced  my  city  round. 

4  0  love  the  Lord,  ye  pure  in  heart ; 
He  shall  your  prayers  regard : 

But  ye  who  from  his  ways  depart 
Shall  meet  your  just  reward. 

5  All  ye  who  on  the  Lord  rely, 
And  rest  your  hopes  above, 

He  shall  with  strength  your  hearts  supply, 
And  bless  you  with  his  love. 

31  Part  IV.     S.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

DEFEND  me,  Lord,  from  shame. 
For  still  I  trust  in  thee ; 
As  just  and  righteous  is  thy  name, 
From  danger  set  me  free. 

2  Bow  down  thy  gracious  ear, 

And  speedy  succor  send  ; 
Do  thou  my  steadfast  rock  appear, 

To  shelter  and  defend. 
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3  How  great  thy  mercies  are 
To  such  as  fear  thy  name ! 

Which  thou,  for  those  that  trust  thy  care. 
Dost  to  the  world  proclaim 

4  Ye  that  on  God  rely, 
Courageously  proceed  ; 

For  he  will  yet  your  hearts  supply 
With  strength  in  time  of  need. 

81  Part  V.     S.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

THY  goodness,  Lord,  how  great ! 
Eternally  the  same ! 
Before  the  sons  of  men  laid  up 
For  those  who  fear  thy  name. 

2  Thy  presence  shall  protect ; 
Thy  watchful  care  shall  hide : 

In  the  pavilion  of  thy  love, 
Secure  thy  saints  abide. 

3  For  ever  bless  the  Lord, 
His  great  salvation  tell : 

His  marvellous  loving-kindness  keeps 
The  city  where  we  dwell. 

4  Despond  not  of  his  truth, 
Nor  yield  to  anxious  grief : 

Ood  heard  my  voice,  when  in  distress 
I  sought — and  found  relief. 

tJ*J  Part  I:     L.  M.  WAni 

Blessedness  of  the  Penitent  and  Pardoned. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest. 
Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God; 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 
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PSALMS. 

2  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

3  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  i 

While  brightest  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  shines. 

32  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

I  SPREAD  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess ; 
Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pardoning  word, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

2  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear ! 

And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 

32  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject 

BLESSED  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 

But  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray  ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

Is  found  in  God  alone. 

33  C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

LET  all  the  just  to  God  with  joy 
Their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 
To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2  For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God; 
His  works  with  truth  abound  ; 

He  justice  loves  ;  and  all  the  earth 
Is  with  his  goodness  crowned. 

3  Whate'er  the  mighty  Lord  decrees 
Shall  stand  for  ever  sure  ; 

The  settled  purpose  of  his  heart 
To  ages  shall  endure. 

4  Our  soul  on  God  with  patience  waits ; 
Our  help  and  shield  is  he ; 

Then,  Lord,  let  still  our  hearts  rejoice, 
Because  we  trust  in  thee. 

5  The  riches  of  thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Do  thou  to  us  extend ; 

Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wish, 
On  thee  alone  depend. 

3  4  Paut  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Praise  for  signal  Deliverance. 

T  ORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days  ; 

J_j     Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 

My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ; 
Let  every  heart  exalt  his  name : 

1  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 

Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  silent  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calmed  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  serve  the  Lord : 

0  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints ; 
Accept  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word. 

34  Part  II.     C.  M.  T.  &  E 

Trusting  and  Praising  God. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  that  are  distressed 

From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  0  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name  ; 

When  in  distress,  to  him  I  called ; 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 

Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5  0  make  but  trial  of  his  love ; 
Experience  will  decide 

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How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 

He  '11  make  your  wants  his  care. 

34  Part  III.     C.  M.      Wranghar 

Same  Subject. 

THEE  will  I  bless,  0  Lord,  my  God, 
To  thee  my  voice  I  '11  raise, 
For  ever  spread  thy  fame  abroad, 
And  daily  sing  thy  praise. 

2  My  soul  shall  glory  in  the  Lord, 
His  wondrous  acts  proclaim ; 

0  let  us  now  his  love  record, 
And  magnify  his  name. 

3  Mine  eyes  beheld  his  heavenly  light 
When  I  implored  his  grace ; 

1  saw  his  glory  with  delight, 

And  joy  beamed  o'er  my  face. 

4  0  taste  and  see  the  Lord  is  good. 
Ye  who  on  him  rely  ; 

He  shall  your  souls  with  heavenly  food 
And  strengthening  aid  supply. 

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Christ  exalted  over  his  Enemies. 

LO!  the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour, 
Quits  the  grave,  the  throne  to  claim , 
Object  of  his  endless  favor, 
God  o'er  all  exalts  his  name ; 

Those  who  hate  him 
Clothed  with  everlasting  shame. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Shout  for  joy,  with  songs  of  praises, 
Ye  who  in  his  mime  delight: 

Shout,  for  God  our  Saviour  raises 
To  his  throne,  in  endless  might ! 

'Tis  Jehovah 
Crowns  our  Lord  in  realms  of  light ! 

3  God  his  servant  lifts  to  glory, 
Bids  him  all  his  honors  share  : 

Now,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
And  thy  righteousness  declare: 

Endless  praises 
Shall  thy  ransomed  Church  prepare. 

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Immutable  Perfections  and  Glory  of  God. 

HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  thy  just  and  wise  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

•3  0  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ! 

The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 

There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 

And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 
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36  Part  II.     L.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

OLORD,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope, 
The  highest  orb  of  heaven  transcends  ■ 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasured  scope 
Beyond  the  spreading  skies  extends. 

2  .Thy  justice  like  the  hills  remains ; 

How  deep,  great  God,  thy  judgments  are ! 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains ; 
The^riiole  creation  is  thy  care. 

3  With  thee  the  springs  of  life  remain, 
Thy  presence  is  eternal  day : 

0  let  thy  saints  thy  favor  gain ; 

To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display. 

36  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

ABOVE  these  heavens'  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

2  Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep,  unfathomed  sea. 

3  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

36  Part  IV.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OURE  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear; 
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PSALMS. 

His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

2  His  truth  transcends  the  sky, 
In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

3  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  safety  springs ! 

0  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

87  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Guardian  of  the  Pious. 

"\T~OW  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 
_|,M      And  practice  all  that 's  good ; 
So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 
And  he  '11  provide  me  food. 

2  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will: 

Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

3  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known, 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

4  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven : 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  souls  are  given. 

37  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 


M 


Y  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  ordered  by  thy  will ; 
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PSALMS. 

Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again  ; 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 

He  '11  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown ; 

Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain. 
When  justice  casts  them  down. 

4  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 
His  several  steps  attend : 

True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

38  C.  M.  Watts 

Severe  Chastisement  deprecated. 

AMID  thy  wrath,  remember  love ; 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone ; 

The  burden,  Lord,  I  cannot  bear, 
Nor  e'er  the  guilt  atone. 

3  But  I  '11  confess  my  guilty  ways, 
And  grieve  for  all  my  sin ; 

I  '11  mourn  how  weak  the  seeds  of  grac6j 
And  beg  support  divine. 

4  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
And  thou  wilt  hear  my  cry ; 

Thou,  Lord,  wilt  bear  my  spirit  up, 
Nor  let  thy  servant  die. 

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39  Part  I.     L.  M.  Merrick. 

Brevity  of  Human  Life. 

OLET  me,  gracious  Lord,  extend 
My  view  to  life's  approaching  end. 
What  are  my  days  ? — a  span  their  line  ; 
And  what  my  age,  compared  with  thine  * 

2  Our  life,  advancing  tc  its  close, 
While  scarce  its  earliest  dawn  it  knows, 
Swift,  through  an  empty  shade,  we  run, 
And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3  God  of  my  fathers  !  here,  as  they, 
I  walk,  the  pilgrim  of  a  day ; 

A  transient  guest,  thy  works  admire, 
And  instant  to  my  home  retire. 

4  0  spare  me,  Lord,  in  mercy  spare, 
And  nature's  failing  strength  repair, 
Ere,  life's  short  circuit  wandered  o'er, 

1  perish,  and  am  seen  no  more. 

39  Part  II.     L.  M.    Mrs.  Steele 

Same  Subject. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days , 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
To  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span ; 
A  little  point  my  life  appears  : 

How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears ! 

3  0  be  a  heavenly  portion  mine ! 
My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 

Earth's  fleeting  treasure  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 
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39  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

n  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
JL      Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that,  we  can  boast ; 
How  short  the  fleeting  time ! 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

2  What  can  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desire  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 


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40  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

Trust  in  God  and  Deliverance. 

WAITED  patient  for  the  Loro*, 
He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  new  and  thankful  song. 

3  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 
The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear. 

And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
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40  Part  il     c-  m-  Watts. 

Incarnation  and  Atonement  of  Christ 

BEHOLD, the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

2  Much  he  revealed  his  Father's  grace. 
And  much  his  truth  he  showed ; 

He  preached  the  way  of  righteousness 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

3  His  Father's  honor  touched  his  heart, 
He  pitied  sinners'  cries  ; 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

4  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 
Could  wash  the  conscience  clean ; 

But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid 

Atones  for  all  our  sin.  • 

40  Part  III.     C.  M.     Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

OLORD,  how  infinite  thy  love  ! 
How  wondrous  are  thy  ways ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  let  heaven  above, 
Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Man  in  immortal  beauty  shone, 
Thy  noblest  work  below ; 

Too  soon  by  sin  made  heir  alone 
To  death  and  endless  woe. 

3  Then  "Lo!  I  come,"  the  Saviour  said; 
0  be  his  name  adored, 

Who  with  his  blood  our  ransom  paid, 
And  life  and  bliss  restored. 
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4  0  Lord,  L  ow  infinite  thy  love ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  let  heaven  above, 

Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

4 1  Part  I.     L.  If.     6  l.       P.'s  Col 

Blessedness  of  the  Merciful. 

BLEST  who  with  generous  pity  glows, 
Who  learns  to  feel  another's  woes ; 
Bows  to  the  poor  man's  wants  his  ear, 
And  wipes  the  helpless  orphan's  tear: 
In  every  want,  in  every  woe, 
Himself  thy  pity,  Lord,  shall  know. 

2  Thy  love  his  life  shall  guard,  thy  hand' 
Give  to  his  lot  the  chosen  land  ; 
Nor  leave  him,  in  the  dreadful  day, 
To  unrelenting  foes  a  prey  : 
In  sickness  thou  shalt  raise  his  head, 
•And  make  with  tenderest  care  his  bed. 

41  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts, 

Same  Subject. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  in  their  distress ; 
Whose  pity  wipes  the  widow's  tear, 
W'hose  hand  supports  the  fatherless. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hand  can  do : 

He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 

3  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  bed, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven; 
Will  save  from  death  his  sinking  head, 
Or  take  his  willino:  soul  to  heaven. 

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41  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  distressed! 
When  he 's  "by  trouble  compassed  round, 
The  Lord  shall  give  him  rest. 

2  If  he,  in  languishing  estate, 
Oppressed  with  sickness  lie, 

The  Lord  will  easy  make  his  bed, 
And  inward  strength  supply. 

3  Let,  therefore,  Israel's  Lord  and  God 
Through  every  age  be  praised, 

And  all  the  people's  glad  applause 
With  loud  hosannas  raised. 

42  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Trusting  in  God  in  Times  of  Despondency. 

MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 
But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray 

3  I  '11  chide  my  heart,  that  sinks  so  low ; 
Why  should  my  soul  indulge  in  grief? 

Elope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too ; 
He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

4  0  God,  thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy  ; 

Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still ; 
Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heavenly  hill. 
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42  Part  II.     C.  Iff.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

A   S  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
J\_     When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 

0  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul '; 
Trust  God,  and  he  '11  employ 

His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 

The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God 
And  heaven's  eternal  King. 

43  Part  I.     L.  M.  Merrick. 
Resorting  to  God  in  Troubles. 

GREAT  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  we  cry  . 
0  let  us  not  forgotten  lie  ! 
Oppressed  with  sorrows  and  with  care, 
To*  thy  protection  we  repair. 

2  0  let  thy  light  attend  our  way, 
Thy  truth  afford  its  steady  ray  ; 
To  Zion's  hill  direct  our  feet; 

To  worship  at  thy  sacred  seat. 

3  Thy  praise,  0  God,  shall  tune  the  lyre. 
Thy  love  our  joyful  song  inspire  ; 

To  thee  our  cordial  thanks  be  paid, 
Our  sure  defence,  our  constant  aid. 


PSALMS. 

4  Why,  then,  cast  down,  and  why  distressed  ? 
And  whence  the  grief  that  fills  our  breast  ? 
In  God  we  '11  hope  ;  to  God  we  '11  raise 
Our  songs  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

4_3  Part  II.     L.  M.       Wranghan 

Same  Subject. 

GOD  of  my  strength,  in  thee  alone 
A  refuge  from  distress  I  see ; 
0  why  hast  thou  thine  aid  withdrawn  ? 
Why  hast  thou,  Lord,  forsaken  me  ? 

2  0  let  thy  light  my  footsteps  guide, 
Thy  love  and  truth  my  spirit  fill ; 

That  in  thy  house  I  may  reside, 
And  worship  at  thy  holy  hill. 

3  Then  will  I  at  thine  altar  bend ; 

My  harp  its  softest  notes  shall  raise  \ 
And  from  my  lips  to  heaven  ascend 
The  song  of  thankfulness  and  praise*. 

4  Why,  then,  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down  » 
Why  art  thou  anxious  and  distressed  ■. 

Hope  thou  in  God,  his  mercy  own, 
For  I  shall  yet  enjoy  his  rest 

43  Part  III.     C.  M.  Barlow 

Same  Subject. 

JUDGE  me,  0  God,  and  plead  my  cause 
Against  a  sinful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends. 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  sink  in  sorrow,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 
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3  0  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear  ; 

Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thine  altar,  0  my  God, 
My  joyful  feet  shall  rise, 

And  my  triumphant. song  shall  praise 
The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

43  Part  IV.     7s.    6  l.        P/s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

JUDGE  me,  Lord,  in  righteousness ; 
Plead  for  me  in  my  distress : 
Good  and  merciful  thou  art ; 
Bind  this  bleeding,  broken  heart : 
Cast  me  not  despairing  hence ; 
Be  my  love,  my  confidence. 

2  Send  thy  light  and  truth  to  guide, 
Leave  me  not  to  turn  aside : 
On  thy  holy  hill  I  'd  rest, 
In  thy  courts  for  ever  blest: 
There  to  God,  my  hope,  my  joy, 
Praise  shall  all  my  powers  employ. 

4=4=  Part  I.     L.  M.     Pbatt's  Col. 

Divine  Aid  implored  in  National  Distress. 

WHY  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell. 
Its  beams  of  majesty  conceal, 
Regardless  of  the  woes  that  wait 
Around  our  long-afflicted  state  ? 

2  Behold,  our  soul  with  sorrow  bends, 
And  down  to  dust  our  life  descends ; 
And,  while  thine  arm  its  aid  denies, 
Prostrate  on  earth,  deserted  lies. 
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3  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  alone  we  claim ; 
Redeem  us,  and  exalt  thy  name : 
Rise  for  our  help,  almighty  Lord ! 
Salvation  shall  attend  thy  word. 

44  Part  II.     L.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

National  Deliverances  ascribed  to  God. 

OFT  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught 
What  for  our  fathers  thou  hast  wrought, 
While,  with  adoring  minds,  they  told 
The  wonders  of  thy  works  of  old. 

2  Still  we  disclaim  the  bow  or  sword, 
And  Tvait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord: 

On  thee  we  trust — thy  mercies  claim, 
Whose  presence  puts  all  foes  to  shame. 

3  From  morning  dawn  to  evening  close, 
On  thee,  0  Lord,  our  hopes  repose  : 

To  thy  great  name,  with  joy,  we  '11  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

44  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

0  LORD, 'our  fathers  oft  have  told, 
In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
And  in  more  ancient  years. 

2  'T  was  not  their  courage  nor  their  sword 

To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
T  was  not  their  number  nor  their  strength 
That  did  their  country  save  ; 

o  But  thy  right  hand,  thy  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored  : 
Thy  providence  protected  them, 

Who  thy  great  name  adored. 
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PSALMS. 

4  As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  owned, 
So  thou  art  still  our  King ; 

0,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring. 

5  To  thee  the  glory  we  '11  ascribe, 
From  whom  salvation  came  ; 

In  God,  our  shield,  we  will  rejoice, 
And  ever  bless  thy  name. 

45  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Victory  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

TVTOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
1M    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  Thy  throne,  0  God,  for  ever  stands  ; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands : 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right. 
But  truth  and  mercy  thy  delight. 

3  Let  endless  honors  crown  thy  head  : 
Let  every  age  thy  praises  spread  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know  thy  word. 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 

45  Part  II.     C.  M. 

Same  Subject. 

GIRD  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Vv] 
Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foe?, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

2  Thy  throne,  0  God,  for  ever  stand 
Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 

A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  sain  is  by  love. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 

And  make  the  world  obey. 

45  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watt* 

Same  Subject. 

MY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Thy  honors  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Thy  laws,  0  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand ; 

And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 

3  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  powerful  sword, 

And  ride  in  majesty  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

4  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey ; 

While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

46  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Refuge  and  Portion  of  his  People. 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid, 

2  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

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PSALMS. 

3  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  -watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls : 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 

46  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise : 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice — 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  Be  still,  and  learn  that  he  is  God; 
He  reigns  exalted  o'er  the  lands ; 

He  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad, 
But  still  his  throne  in  Zion  stands. 

3  0  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 

Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

40  Part  III.     L.  M.      Wrakqham 

Same  Subject. 

fpiIE  Lord  in  Zion  ever  reigns, 
X  And  o'er  her  holds  his  guardian  hand ; 
Her  worship  and  her  laws  maintains. 

Which,  like  himself,  unmoved  shall  stand. 
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PSALMS. 

2  0  come,  behold  what  he  has  done 
"Whom  we  delight  to  call  our  Lord; 

The  victories  which  his  arm  has  won ; 
And  faithfully  his  deeds  record. 

3  He  maketh  war  on  earth  to  cease ; 
He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  dart, 

The  chariot  burns  ;  and  sheds  his  peace 
O'er  every  nation,  every  heart. 

4  Be  still,  and  hear  the  Lord  proclaim — 
"  I  will  above  the  heathen  rise  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  exalt  my  name, 

And  spread  my  triumphs  through  the  skies.' 


d/Y  Part  I.     L.  M.       Wrangham 

Exultation  in  the  Reign  of  Jehovah. 

OALL  ye  people,  clap  your  hands, 
And  shout  with  triumph  while  you  sing 
Of  God,  who  all  the  earth  commands — 
Of  God,  the  dreadful,  mighty  King. 

2  The  trumpet  swells  along  the  sky ; 
We  hear  the  joyful,  solemn  sound; 

The  righteous  God  ascends  on  high, 
And  shouts  of  gladness  echo  round. 

3  The  Lord,  who  o'er  the  earth  bears  sway, 
Sits  on  his  throne  of  holiness ; 

The  heathen  now  his  laws  obey  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  praise  express. 

4  Loud  praises  to  Jehovah  sing, 

In  hymns  of  joy  his  love  proclaim; 
Sing  praises  to  the  heavenly  King, 
Adore  and  bless  his  sacred  name. 
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PSALMS.      - 

47  Part  II.     L.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

Praise  to  the  exalted  Redeemer. 

JESUS,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high ! 
He  reigns  in  glory  o'er  the  sky  ! 
Let  all  the  earth  its  offerings  bring, 
Exalt  his  name,  proclaim  him  King ! 

2  Wide  through  the  world  he  spreads  his  swa  v 
And  bids  the  heathen  lands  obey, 

His  Church  with  willing  offerings  greet, 
And  bend  submissive  at  her  feet. 

3  His  reign  the  heathen  lands  shall  own : 
His  holiness  secures  his  throne ; 

And  earthly  princes  gather  round. 
Where  Christ,  the  mighty  God,  is  found. 

4  Princes  by  him  their  power  extend, 
Earth's  mightiest  kings  to  Jesus  bend : 
He  bids  them  rule,  he  bids  them  die, 
Himself  o'er  all  exalted  high ! 

47  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OFOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high : 
His  heavenly  guards  around 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Speak  of  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  song ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  Loud  be  the  shouts  of  sacred  joy 
To  God  the  sovereign  King ! 

Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

47  Part  IV.     C.  M.      Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

ARISE,  ye  people,  and  adore, 
Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th'  almighty  Lord. 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 
Th'  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 

Th'  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 
In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 

And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

4  0  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore, 
Exulting  strike  the  chord ; 

Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore. 
Confess  th'  almighty  Lord. 

48  Part  I.     S.  M.  Watts. 

God' s  Presence  the  Safety  and  Glory  of  the  Church* 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  Qod, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great : 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 
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PSALMS. 

2  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  : 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone ! 

How  fair  his  heavenly  grace ! 

8  When  kings  against  her  joined, 
And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flock  has  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 
We  '11  to  his  house  repair, 

Recall  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

]  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 
The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 

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PSALMS. 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  ; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

50  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

Jehovah  coming  to  Judgment. 

THE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  all  the  earth  draw  nigh ; 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin;" 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come ; 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 

Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear ; 
Attending  angels  come  ; 

And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

50  Part  II.     8,  7  &  4.         P.'s  Co* 

Same  Subject. 


L 


0  !  the  mighty  God  appearing, 
From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks! 
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PSALMS. 

Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 
O'er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks : 

Earth  beholds  him ! 
Universal  nature  shakes ! 

2  Zion,  all  its  light  unfolding, 
God  in  glory  shall  display : 

Lo  !  he  comes  ! — nor  silence  holding, 
Fire  and  clouds  prepare  his  way : 

Tempests  round  him 
Hasten  on  the  dreadful  day  ! 

3  To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending, 
To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries — 

il  Souls  immortal,  now  descending, 
Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise ! 

Rise  to  judgment ! 
Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies ! 

4  "  Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 
Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood: 

Those  who  humbly  sought  and  found  me 
Through  the  dying  Saviour's  blood — 

Blest  Redeemer ! 
Dearest  sacrifice  to  God!" 

5  Now  the  heavens  on  high  adore  him, 
And  his  righteousness  declare  : 

Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 
But  his  saints  his  mercies  share : 

Just  his  judgment : 
God,  himself  the  judge,  is  there! 

51  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Pardon  and  Sanctijication penitently  implored. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

no 


PSALMS. 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 

1  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

51  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OTHOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight  : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

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51  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

THOUGH  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

3  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just: 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

4  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 

1  '11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

5  0  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

51  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

/CLEANSE  me,  0  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 
\^J     Witli  thy  forgiving  love  : 
0  make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

2  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart. 
Nor  drive  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  sinful  heart, 
And  fill  if  with  thy  grace. 
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3  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  sons  of  men ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne, 

And  turn  to  God  again. 

51  Part  V.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

NO  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain 
For  sin  could  e'er  atone ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

2  A  soul  oppressed  with  sin's  desert 
The  Lord  will  ne'er  despise ; 

An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

3  0  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
My  load  of  guilt  remove ; 

Break  down  the  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

4  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  : 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

51  Part  yl     s-  m-      Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

ACCORDING  to  thy  word, 
Let  me  thy  mercy  prove  ; 
Blot  out  my  past,  transgressions,  Lord, 
And  save  me  by  thy  love. 

2  Wash  me  from  every  stain 
Which  vice  and  guilt  impart ; 

Let  me,  0  Lord,  thy  love  regain, 
And  cleanse  my  sinful  heart. 
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PSALMS. 

3  To  me  thy  love  restore  ; 
From  trouble  set  me  free  ; 

That  sinners  may  thine  aid  implore, 
And  turn  in  faith  to  thee. 

4  0  let  thy  peace  and  love 
O'er  Zion's  city  spread  ; 

Build  up  her  walls,  her  works  approve, 
And  blessings  round  her  shed. 

5  Then  shall  their  offerings  rise 
In  truth  and  righteousness  : 

Thou  shalt  receive  their  sacrifice, 
And  all  thy  people  bless. 

51  Part  VII.     S.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

HAVE  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
As  thou  wert  ever  kind  ; 
Let  me,  oppressed  with  loads  of  guilt, 
Thy  wonted  pardon  find. 

2  Against  thee,  Lord,  alone, 
And  only  in  thy  sight, 

Have  I  transgressed ;  and,  though  condemned, 
Must  own  thy  judgments  right. 

3  Blot  out  my  crying  sins, 
Nor  me  in  anger  view  ; 

Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 

4  Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 
Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight, 

Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight. 

5  The  joy  thy  favor  gives, 
Let  me  again  obtain  ; 

And  thy  free  Spirit's  firm  support 
My  fainting  soul  sustain. 
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55  Part  I.     C.  M.      Pratt's  Col 

Resorting  to  God  in  Times  of  Distress. 

MY  God,  thine  ear  indulgent  bend, 
Nor  turn  thy  face  away : 
From  heaven  my  earnest  cries  attend, 
While  in  distress  I  pray. 

2  My  heart  is  pained  ;  the  shades  of  deatt 
Their  terrors  round  me  spread ; 

While  fearful  tremblings  seize  my  breath, 
And  horrors  whelm  my  head. 

8  Thus  from  within  the  bursting  sigh 
Mounts  to  the  throne  above — 

0  that  my  soul  on  wings  could  fly, 
And  emulate  the  dove  ! 

4  Swift  I'd  escape  ;  I'd  flee  afar, 
Some  secret  place  to  find, 

Hid  from  the  world's  wide  scene  of  care, 
And  rest  my  troubled  mind. 

5  I'd  stretch  my  everlasting  flight, 
And  bid  the  world  farewell, 

From  sin  and  strife  to  realms  of  light, 
Where  peace  and  quiet  dwell. 

55  Part  II.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OGOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears  ; 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  thy  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry : 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  thy  grace, 

Nor  wilt  thou  long  deny. 
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PSALMS. 

3  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid ; 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 

If  he  command  their  aid. 

i  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord ; 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 
My  faith  shall  rest  upon  his  word, 

And  I  shall  never  fall. 

55  Part  III.     C.  M.  P. 'a  Col 

Same  Subject. 

1  TILL  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll, 
Nor  let  a  care  remain  : 
ills  mighty  arm  shall  bear  thy  soul. 
And  all  thy  griefs  sustain. 

2  Ne'er  will  the  Lord  his  aid  deny 
To  those  who  trust  his  love : 

The  men  who  on  his  grace  rely, 
Nor  earth  nor  hell  shall  move. 

55  Part  IV.     S.  M.  Watts 

God's  Favor  preferred  to  the  Prosperity  of  Sinner* 

LET  sinners  take  their  coursef 
And  choose  the  road  to  death, 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne 
When  morning  brings  the  light , 

I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
0  my  eternal  God! 

While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
And  no  sad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 

1  11  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

(3  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 

56  Part  I.    L.  M.   6  l.    Sp.  Psalm*. 

Excellence  of  the  Word  of  God. 

C10ME,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
)  And  praise  him  for  his  sacred  word — 
That  word,  like  manna,  sent  from  heaven, 
To  all  who  seek  it  freely  given : 
Its  promises  our  fears  remove, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

2  It  tells  us,  though  oppressed  with  cares, 
The  God  of  mercy  hears  our  prayers ; 
Though  steep  and  rough  th'  appointed  way, 
His  mighty  arm  shall  be  our  stay ; 
Though  deadly  foes  assail  ou?  peace, 

His  power  shall  bid  their  malice  cease. 

3  It  tells  who  first  inspired  our  breath, 
And  who  redeemed  our  souls  from  death ; 
It  tells  of  grace  so  freely  given, 

And  shows  the  path  to  God  and  heaven : 
0  bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord 
For  all  the  treasures  of  his  word. 
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PSALMS. 

56  Part  II.     0.  M.  Watt? 

Trusting  God  in  the  midst  of  Enemies. 

OTHOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  rny  peace. 

2  In  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 
I  have  reposed  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

3  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 
Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise ; 

1  '11  sing  how  faithful  is  thy  word ; 

How  righteous  all  thy  ways. 

4  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death  ; 

0  set  thy  servant  fr^3, 

That  heart  and  hand  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 

56  Part  III.     C.  M.      Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  I  have  thee  my  refuge  made, 
Thy  laws  have  been  my  choice ; 
Therefore  I  will  not  be  afraid, 
But  in  thy  word  rejoice. 

2  To  thee  my  solemn  vows  I'll  pay, 
And  show  thy  righteous  ways; 

With  grateful  heart  thy  will  obey, 
And  lift  my  voice  in  praise. 

8  Thou  hast  redeemed  my  soul  from  death, 

Do  thou  my  fears  destroy  ; 
That  till  T  yield  to  thee  my  breath, 

1  may  thy  light  enjoy. 

98 


PSALMS. 

57  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Praise  to  the  great  Jehovah. 

BE  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou,  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

2  0  God,  my  heart  is  fixed,  'tis  bent, 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 

And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round  : 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends, 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
!So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

57  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject, 

["Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  raise  my  cry ; 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 

He  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell: 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
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PSALMS. 

57  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

BE  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 
Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed ;  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name : 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

4  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
ilnd  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

57  Part  IV.     L.  M.     Wranoham 

Same  Subject. 

ETERNAL  God,  celestial  King, 
Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name: 
Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 
And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God, 
I  rest  my  hope  on  thee  alone ; 

I'll  spread  thy  sacred  truths  abroad, 
To  all  mankind  thy  love  make  known 

3  Awake,  my  tongue !   awake,  my  lyre ! 
With  morning's  earliest  dawn  arise; 

To  songs  of  joy  my  soul  inspire, 
And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 
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PSALMS. 

4  With  those  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 
To  thee  I  '11  raise  my  thankful  voice ; 

While  every  land  the  earth  around 
Shall  hear,  and  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

6  Eternal  God,  celestial  King, 
Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name ; 

Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 
And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

60  C.  M.  Watts. 

Relief  from  National  Judgments  implored. 

LORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land ; 
Behold  thy  people  mourn : 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand : 

0  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

3  Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

61  Part  I.     C.  M.       Sp.  Psalms. 

God  a  Refuge  in  Trouble. 

HAIL,  gracious  Source  of  every  good, 
Our  Saviour  and  defence : 
Thou  art  our  glory  and  our  shield, 
Our  help  and  confidence. 

2  When  anxious  fears  disturb  the  breast 
When  threatening  foes  are  nigh, 

To  thee  we  pour  our  deep  complaint 
To  thee  for  succor  fly. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Jesus,  our  Lord,  our  only  hope, 

Before  thy  throne  we  bow : 
Thou  art  our  strength,  and  thou  the  Rock 

Whence  living  waters  flow. 

61  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watt*. 

Same  Subject. 

WHEN,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I  '11  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

62  Part  I.     L.  M.  Wtatts. 
Trusting  in  God  for  Protection. 

MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  for  his  salvation  waits. 
2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways  : 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face : 
When  helpers  fail  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

6$  Part  II.     C.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

f">N  ^od,  my  soul,  with  patient  hope, 
/     resigned,  in  silence  wait  ; 
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P,SALMS. 

He  bears  my  sinking  spirit  up, 
Then  let  my  joy  be  great. 

2  God  my  salvation  shall  complete  ; 
From  him  my  glory  springs : 

Rock  of  my  strength!  my  soul  shall  wait 
Its  refuge  in  his  wings. 

3  My  Rock  !  my  Saviour !  my  defence ! 
My  everlasting  stay  ! 

Not  all  my  foes  shall  pluck  me  thence, 
Nor  move  my  soul  away. 

63  Part  I.     L.  P.  M.  T.  &  B 

Delight  in  God  and  his  Worship. 

GOD,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee 
My  early  prayers  shall  offered  be ; 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pant : 
My  fainting  flesh  implores  thy  grace 
Within  this  dry  and  barren  place, 
Where  I  refreshing  waters  want. 

2  0  !   to  my  longing  e}Tes  once  more 
That  view  of  glorious  power  restore 

Which  thy  majestic  house  displays! 
Because  to  me  thy  wondrous  love 
Than  life  itself  does  dearer  prove, 

My  lips  shall  always  speak  thy  praise. 

63  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watt* 

Same  Subject. 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim ; 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wiset 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
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PSALMS 

\ud  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 
Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood 

1  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  <ippear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 

Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace 

i  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

.  ,3  Part  III.    L.  M.   Montgomery 

Same  Subject. 

OGOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone ; 
Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light, 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

3  Better  than  life  itself,  thy  love  ; 
Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 

For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice, 
For  all  thy  mercy  I  will  give ; 

My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice, 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  while  I  live. 

63  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
104 


PSALMS. 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 
Beneath  a  burning  sky, 

Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I  've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine : 

My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  best  passions  move, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

63  Part  V.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

)  JT\  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  nighJ 
X      I  thought  upon  thy  power  ; 

1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight 
Amid  the  darkest  hour. 

2  While  I  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 
My  soul  arose  on  high ; 

My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  said, 
Bring  thy  salvation  nigh. 

3  I  strive  to  mount  thy  holy  hill, 
I  walk  the  heavenly  road ; 

Thy  glories  all  my  spirit  fill, 
While  I  commune  with  God. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  thy  wing ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

And  I  thy  praises  sing. 

63  Part  VI.    S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  For  life,  without  thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

3  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind; 

I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

4  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

65  Part  I.     L.  M.  T   &  13 

Worship  of  God  in  his  Temple. 

FOR  thee,  0  God,  our  constant  praise 
In  Zion  waits,  thy  chosen  seat: 
Our  promised  altars  there  we  '11  raise, 
And  there  our  zealous  vows  complete. 
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PSALMS. 

2  0  thou  who  to  our  humble  prayer 
Didst  always  bend  thy  listening  ear, 

To  thee  shall  all  mankind  repair, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 

3  How  blest  the  man  who,  near  thee  placed, 
Within  thy  heavenly  dwelling  lives  ! 

While  we,  at  humbler  distance,  taste 
The  vast  delight  thy  temple  gives. 

(55  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
Great  God,  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  0  thou  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray, 

All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Soon  shall  the  nocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord ; 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 

Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

65  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts 

Goodness  of  God  in  the  Seasons. 

ON  God  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends ; 
At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day. 

2  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  morn  and  evening  both  rejoice 
To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers. 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 
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PSALMS. 

•3  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field  ; 
Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield ; 
The  plains  shall  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighboring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

4  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine  ; 
O'er  every  field  thy  glories  shine ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear : 
Groat  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

65  Part  IV.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord  is  good,  the  heavenly  King, 
He  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  times  and  seasons,  days  and  hours, 
Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine ; 

When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

o  The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring ; 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 

And  all  the  laborers  sing. 

4  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns ; 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 

And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

65  Part  V.     G.  M.  Watts 

Worship  of  God  in  his  Temple. 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee; 
There  shall  our  vows  be  paid: 
Thou  hast,  an  ear  when  sinners  pray  ; 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 
108 


PSALMS. 

2  0  Lord,  our  guilt  and  fears  prevail, 
But  pardoning  grace  is  thine, 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face  ; 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  Church  requests, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  shine ; 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wandering  nations  see 
The  Lord  is  good  and  just ; 

And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

66  Part  I.     L.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Praise  to  Christ. 

JESUS  demands  the  voice  of  joy ; 
Loud  through  the  land  let  triumph  ring ! 
His  honors  shall  your  songs  employ  ; 
Let  glorious  praises  hail  the  King. 

2  Shout  to  the  Lord  !   adoring  own, 

Thy  works  thy  wondrous  might  disclose ; 

Thine  arm  victorious  power  has  shown  ; 
Thus  did  thy  cross  confound  thy  foes ! 

8  Low  at  that  cross  the  world  shall  bow ; 

All  nations  shall  its  blessings  prove ; 
While  grateful  strains  in  concert  flow, 

To  sing  thy  power  and  praise  thy  love. 

4  0  bless  our  God,  ye  nations  round ; 

People  and  lands,  rehearse  his  name : 
Let  shouts  of  joy  through  earth  resound, 

Let  every  tongue  his  praise  proclaim ! 
109 


PSALMS 

66  P^T  II.     C.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Praise  to  the  Creator. 

JET  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  jcy, 
_j     To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 
Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 
And  spread  his  glorious  praise ! 

2  And  let  them  say,  How  dreadful,  Lord, 
In  all  thy  works  art  thou ! 

To  thy  great  power  thy  stubborn  foes 
Shall  all  be  forced  to  bow. 

3  Through  all  the  earth,  the  nations  round 
Shall  thee  their  God  confess ; 

And,  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
Of  thy  great  name  express. 

4  0  come,  behold  the  works  of  God ; 
And  then  with  me  you'll  own 

That  he  to  all  the  sons  of  men 
Has  wondrous  judgments  shown. 

5  Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 
To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 

Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 
And  spread  his  glorious  praise ! 

66  1>AKT  HI.     C.  M.  Watt*. 

Same  Subject. 

SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noise; 
With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  power  (hat  formed  the  sky, 

How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 

Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow. 
110 


PSALMS. 

3  0  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 

Ye  saints,  fulfil  Ms  praise ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

(36  Part  IV.     CM.  Watts 

Praise  for  Redemption. 

"\TOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
JL>      To  that  almighty  Power 
Who  heard  the  long  request  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known : 

Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  deep  sorrows  fell, 
I  sought  his  heavenly  aid; 

He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  shade. 

4  If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart 
While  prayer  employed  my  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God — his  name  be  ever  blest ! — 
Has  set  my  spirit  free ; 

He  ne'er  rejected  my  request, 
Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

fJ6  PartV.     CM.       Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

OALL  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God; 
Sing  praises  to  his  name ; 
Let  all  the  earth,  with  one  accord, 
His  wondrous  acts  proclaim  ; 
111 


PSALMS. 

2  And  let  his  faithful  servants  tell 
How,  by  redeeming  love, 

Their  souls  are  saved  from  death  and  hell, 
To  share  the  joys  above; 

3  Tell  how  the  Holy  Spirit's  grace 
Forbids  their  feet  to  slide ; 

And,  as  they  run  the  Christian  race, 
Vc  ichsafes  to  be  their  guide. 

4  0,  then,  rejoice,  and  shout  for  joy, 
Ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord ; 

Be  grateful  praise  your  sweet  employ, 
His  presence  your  reward. 

07  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Prayer  for  the  Enlargement  of  the  Church. 

SHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace: 
Reveal  thy  power  through  every  land, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 

And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God ! 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

*J7  Part  II.     S.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

OGOD,  to  earth  incline, 
With  mercies  from  above; 
And  let  thy  presence  round  us  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  love. 
112 


PSALMS. 

2  Through  all  the  earth  below 
Thy  ways  of  grace  proclaim, 

Till  distant  nations  hear  and  know 
The  Saviour's  blessed  name. 

3  Now  let  the  world  agree 
One  general  voice  to  raise, 

Till  all  mankind  present  to  thee 
Their  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

4  0  let  the  nations  round 
Their  cheerful  powers  employ, 

And  earth's  far-distant  coasts  resound 
With  shouts  of  sacred  joy. 


67  Paht  III.     S.  M       Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

THOU  shalt,  0  Lord,  descend, 
And  all  the  kingdoms  bless  ; 
Throughout  the  earth  thy  realm  extend, 
And  judge  in  righteousness. 

2  The  fruitful  earth  shall  yield 
A  rich,  increasing  store  ; 

And  God,  who  is  to  us  revealed, 
His  choicest  gifts  shall  pour. 

3  The  blessings  of  his  grace 
He  shall  to  us  make  known, 

Till  all  the  earth  his  laws  embrace. 
And  his  dominion  own. 

4  Let  all  the  people  raise 

The  loud  thanksgiving  voice  ; 
Let  every  nation  sing  thy  praise, 
And  every  tongue  rejoice. 
8  113 


PSALMS. 

67  Part  IV.     7s.        Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

ON  thy  Church,  0  Power  divine. 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine, 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land, 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
"With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

68  Part  I-     L-  M-  Watts. 

The  Majesty  of  Jehovah. 

KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong : 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  name  and  power  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high : 
Praise  him  aloud,  ye  sons  of  grace ; 
T«  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

'6  God  is  our  shield,  our  joy,  our  rest; 
God  is  our  King — proclaim  him  blest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  when  nations  faint, 
He  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

#8  Pam  il     l-  m-  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

fORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
j  Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 
114 


PSALMS. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 
While  he  pronounced  his  holy  law, 

And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  teil, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


68  PART  HI.     L.  M.      Wranghabl 

The  Goodness  and  Compassion  of  God. 

BLEST  be  the  Lord,  the  God  of  love, 
Who  showers  his  blessings  from  above  ; 
The  rock  on  which  the  righteous  trust, 
The  hope  and  saviour  of  the  just. 

2  He  to  his  saints  redemption  gives ; 
The  weak  and  humble  he  relieves ; 
Supported  by  his  grace  we  stand, 
For  life  and  death  are  in  his  hand. 

3  He  views  his  children  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 
And,  from,  his  holy  seat  above, 
Supports  them  with  his  tender  love. 

4  All  they  who  make  his  laws  their  choice 
Shall  in  his  promises  rejoice; 

With  gladness  in  their  hearts,  shall  raise, 
Before  his  throne,  triumphant  praise, 
115 


PSALMS. 

69  Part  I.     L.  M.       Wrangham. 

Pardon  implored. 

TO  tliee,  great  God,  I  make  my  prayer ; 
Do  thou  my  supplications  hear  ; 
Let  me  not  sink,  o'er  whelmed  in  grief, 
But  kindly  send  my  soul  relief. 
2  0  let  me  now  thy  goodness  prove, 
Thy  tender  mercies,  and  thy  love ; 
Tarn  not  away,  0  Lord,  thy  face, 
But  hear,  and  heal  me  with  thy  grace. 
8  So  shall  my  song  to  thee  arise, 
Thy  praise  shall  echo  through  the  skies : 
Through  all  the  earth  will  I  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  Jehovah's  name. 

69  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Pardon  through  the  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord : 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  : 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

3  0  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

69  Part  III.     C.  M.  Waits 

Same  Subject. 

FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
I  bless  my  Saviour's  name  : 
110 


PSALMS. 

He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  has  raised  us  high; 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Fulfilled  the  law,  which  mortals  broke 
And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God; 
Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 

And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

4  Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  hign, 
To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 

While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praise. 

70  C.  M.  Watts. 

Prayer  for  Divine  Aid. 

GREAT  God,  attend  my  humble  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain ; 
0  let  thy  grace  prevent  my  fall, 
And  still  my  hope  sustain. 

2  Be  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need ; 
To  thee,  0  Lord,  I  pray : 

In  mercy  hasten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

3  Let  all  who  love  thy  name  rejoice, 
And  glory  in  thy  word; 

In  thy  salvation  raise  thy  voice. 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

71  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watis 

Praise  to  God,  the  Saviour. 


M 


Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
117 


PSALMS. 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thy  goodness  I  adore ; 

And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road, 

And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 
For  some  surprising  sin, 

I  '11  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  victories  of  my  King ! 

My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

71  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Sustaining  Grace  implored. 

GOD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

1  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart? 

Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rising  age,     ■ 

And  leave  a  savor  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 
118 


PSALMS. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  : 
0  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 

Teach  all  the  world  thy  love ! 

71  Part  III.     CM.  Watti 

Same  Subject. 

MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen, 
Repeated  every  year ; 

Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

3  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine, 
Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 

4  Then,  in  the  history  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They  '11  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  every  line  thy  praise. 

72  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 
Universal  Reign  of  Christ. 

&REAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 
2  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 
119 


PSALMS. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


72  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Doth  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  : 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  bis  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

120 


PSALMS. 

72  Part  III>   S.  M.    Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

11HE  Saviour's  glorious  name 
For  ever  shall  endure  ; 
Long  as  the  sun,  his  matchless  fame 
Shall  ever  stand  secure. 

2  Wonders  of  grace  and  power 
To  thee  alone  belong  ; 

Thy  Church  those  wonders  shall  adore 
In  everlasting  song. 

3  0  Israel,  bless  him  still, 
His  name  to  honor  raise  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  glory  fill, 
Midst  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

4  Jehovah,  God  most  high, 

We  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 
Through  all  the  world  thy  fame  shall  fly, 
0  God,  thine  Israel's  God. 

7P,  Part  IV.     7s.        Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

"ASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore 

Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 
Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 

Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
121 


w 


PSALMS. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

73  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Fody  of  envying  the  Prosperity  of  Sinners. 

LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1, 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine ! 

2  But  0  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  :  j^ 

On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand,     rf* 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below 

3  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

73  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Portion  of  the  Soul. 

I  OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness; 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven,  without  my  God, 
'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  the  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
122 


Gc 


PSALMS. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Then  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 

My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

73  Part  III.     C.  M.      Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

TTTHOM  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven,  but  theej 

V  V       And  whom  on  earth  beside  ? 
Where  else  for  succor  can  we  flee, 
Or  in  whose  strength  confide  ? 

2  Thou  art  our  portion  here  below, 
Our  promised  bliss  above  ; 

Ne'er  may  our  souls  an  object  know 
So  precious  as  thy  love. 

3  When  heart  and  flesh,  0  Lord,  shall  fail, 
Thou  wilt  our  spirits  cheer, 

Support  us  through  life's  thorny  vale, 
And  cairn  each  anxious  fear. 

4  Yes,  thou  shalt  be  our  guide  through  life, 
And  help  and  strength  supply  ; 

Sustain  us  in  death's  fearful  strife, 
And  welcome  us  on  high. 

73  Part  IV.     S.  M.  W.\tts 

Folly  of  envying  the  Prosperity  of  Sinners 

SURE  there  's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 
123 


PSALMS. 

2  I  saw  the  "wicked  rise, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes> 
In  robes  of  honor  shine. 

3  The  tumult  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 

Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

4  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 
Does  my  mistake  amend ; 

I  viewed  the  sinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learn  his  end. 

5  On  what  a  slippery  steep 
The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ! 

And  0  !   that  dreadful,  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

6  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

7(3  H.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

God  only  to  be  feared  and  worshipped. 

THY  glories,  mighty  God, 
Alone  our  reverence  claim : 
Thy  terrors  spread  abroad ; 
How  awful  is  thy  name ! 
Thine  anger  shown, 
Thy  judgments  near, 
Who  dare  appear 
Before  thy  throne  ? 

2  Let  man  his  anger  raise,    ' 

With  persecuting  rage ; 
His  wrath  shall  work  thy  praise, 

The  rest  thy  hands  assuage : 
124 


PSALMS. 

Then  still  obey 

Th'  Eternal  King, 

Your  offerings  bring, 
And  vows  repay. 

3  Let  all  who  round  his  throne 

With  holy  gifts  draw  near, 
There  lay  their  offerings  down ; 
Jehovah  claims  their  fear: 
Before  his  word 

The  world  shall  bow, 
And  princes  know 
Thy  terrors,  Lord. 

77  C.  M.  Watts. 

Despondency  forbidden. 

TO  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice. 
I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  day  when  trouble  rose, 
And  filled  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  off? 
His  promise  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 

3  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 
This  dark  despairing  frame, 

Remembering  what  thy  hand  has  wrought-  - 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

4  I  '11  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er — 

Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  I  could  hope  no  more. 

5  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne; 
And  men  who  love  thy  word 

Have  in  thy  holy  temple  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 
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PSALMS. 

78  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Works  of  God  recounted  to  Posterity. 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 

And  we  '11  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

79  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Pardoning  Mercy  supplicated. 

I^HOU  gracious  God  and  kind, 
0  cast  our  sins  away  ; 
Nor  call  our  former  guilt  to  mind, 
Thy  justice  to  display. 

2  Thy  tcndcrest  mercies  show, 
Thy  richest  grace  prepare, 

Ere  yet,  with  guilty  fears  laid  low, 
We  perish  in  despair. 

3  Save  us  from  guilt  and  shame, 
Thy  glory  to  display  ; 

And,  for  the  great  Redeemer's  name, 
Wash  all  our  sins  away. 
12G 


PSALMS. 

80  L-  M-  Watts 

The  Church's  Prayer  in  Time  of  Desertion. 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell* 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep ; 

2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  desert  now  ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  ;• 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand 
A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dew  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  their  fruit ! 
But  now,  0  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

5  Return,  almighty  God,  return, 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

81  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 
Praise  to  God  in  his  Temples. 

1^0  God,  our  strength,  your  voice  aloud 
In  strains  of  glory  raise ; 
The  great  Jehovah,  Jacob's  God, 
Exalt  in  notes  of  praise. 

2  Now  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow 

On  each  appointed  feast, 
And  teach  his  waiting  Church  to  know 

The  Sabbath's  sacred  rest. 
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PSALMS. 

3  This  was  the  statute  of  the  Lord 
To  Israel's  favored  race ; 

And  yet  his  courts  preserve  his  word, 
And  there  we  wait  his  grace. 

4  With  psalms  of  honor  and  of  joy 
Let  all  his  temples  ring ; 

Your  various  instruments  employ, 
And  songs  of  triumph  sing. 

82         •     .  L.  M.  Watts 

Oppressors  admonished. 

AMONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat : 
The  God  of  heaven,  as  judge,  surveys 
The  kings  of  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  should  they,  then,  frame  wicked  laws, 
Or  why  support  th'  unrighteous  cause  ? 
When  will  they  cease  t'  oppress  the  poor? 
When  will  they  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  Arise,  0  God,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod : 
He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 


A.' 


03  S.  M.  Watt* 

God  arising  to  subdue  Opposers. 

ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  silence  keep  ; 
The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 

2  Arise,  almighty  God, 

Assume  thy  sovereign  sway ; 

Before  thy  throne  bid  sinners  bow, 
And  yield  their  hearts  to  thee. 
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PSALMS. 

8  Let  all  the  nations  know 
And  spread  thy  name  abroad  ; 

Let  all  who  dwell  on  earth  confess 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


84  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watt* 

Blessedness  of  ivorsliipping  God  in  his  Temple. 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode : 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God : 
My  God !  my  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ! 

8  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  strength ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 
9  129 


PSALMS. 

84  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watt3 

Same  Subject. 

r\  REAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
VjT  The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  : 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin ; 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  thy  grace,  exert  thy  power, 

Till  all  on  earth  thy  name  adore. 

84  Part  III.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  th}'  God  resorts ! 
'T  is  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face. 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 

With  kind  and  quickening  ravs. 
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PSALMS. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
Descends  and  fills  the  place  ; 

While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 

And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

84  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OLORD,  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode : 
WThen  shall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

2  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

3  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 
While  Jesus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  dwell  in  tents  of  sin. 

4  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 
Or  the  more  boundless  sea, 

For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I  'd  give  them  both  away. 


84  Part  V.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

GOD  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord, 
How  lovely  is  the  place 
Where,  in  thy  glory,  we  behold 
The  brightness  of  thy  face  ! 
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PSALMS. 

2  My  fainting  soul  with  longing  waits 
To  view  thy  blest  abode : 

My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee,  the  living  God. 

3  Thrice  happy  they  whose  choice  has  thee 
Their  sure  protection  made ; 

Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
Which  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

4  For  God,  who  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Will  grace  and  glory  give ; 

And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 
From  them  that  justly  live. 

5  0  Lord  of  hosts,  my  King,  my  God, 
How  highly  blest  are  they 

Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 
And  there  thy  praise  display ! 

84  Part  VI.     H.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
j     How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are: 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

2  0  happy  souls  who  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
0  happy  men  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there ! 
They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 
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L 


PSALMS. 

S  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
0  glorious  seat, 

When  God  our  King 
,  Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet ! 

85  Part  I.    L.  M.  Watts 

Quickening  Grace  implored. 

LORD,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind , 
Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Israelsinned, 

And  brought  his  wandering  captives  hom8. 

2  Tfeou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate ; 

Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice : 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word : 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say : 

He  '11  speak — and  give  his  people  peace  ; 
But  let  them  go  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

85  Part  II.     L.  If.  Watts. 

Salvation  through  Christ. 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
The  souls  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord-*. 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shah  afford. 
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PSALMS 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heaven ; 
By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 

Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 

Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road, 

85  Part  III.     H.  M.   Pratt's  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

JESUS  the  Saviour's  nigh 
To  those  who  fear  his  name ; 
He  comes  ! — his  praise  on  high 
Let  all  his  Church  proclaim ! 
His  footsteps  still 
On  earth  shall  stand, 
And  all  the  land 
His  glory  fill. 

2  Thy  mercy,  0  our  God, 

To  all  thy  Church  display  : 
Proclaim  thy  grace  abroad, 
And  spread  the  gospel  day : 
High  on  thy  throne, 
Our  prayer  attend, 
And  quickly  send 
Salvation  down. 

86  Part  !•     L-  M-  Brown 

The  Creator  only  worthy  to  be  worshipped. 

ETERNAL  God,  almighty  Cause 
Of  earth,  and  sea,  and  worlds  unknown ; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  tilings  depend  on  thee  alone. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all  within  itself  possessed ; 
Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands , 

Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 

I  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe; 

To  thee  alone  our  homage  pay  ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Spread  thy  great  name  through  heathen  lands. 

Their  idol  deities  dethrone  ; 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 

And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

86  Part  il    l-  m-      Pratt's  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

THOU  great  Instructor,  lest  I  stray, 
0  teach  my  erring  feet  thy  way  ! 
Thy  truth,  with  ever  fresh  delight, 
Shall  guide  my  doubtful  steps  aright. 

2  How  oft  my  heart's  affections  yield, 
And  wander  o'er  the  world's  wide  field ! 
My  roving  passions,  Lord,  reclaim  ; 
Unite  them  all  to  fear  thy  name. 

3  Then  to  my  God  my  heart  and  tongue, 
With  all  their  powers,  shall  raise  the  song : 
On  earth  thy  glories  I'll  declare, 

Till  heaven  th'  immortal  notes  shall  hear. 

86  Part  III.     CI  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
jlX     There's  none  hath  power  divine  : 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
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PSALMS. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne, 

For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 
Teach  me  thine  heavenly  ways, 

And  all  my  wandering  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praise. 

80  Part  IV.     S.  M.    Pratt's  Col 

Prayer  for  Divine  Help. 

MY  God,  my  prayer  attend ! 
0  bow  thine  ear  to  me, 
Without  a  hope,  without  a  friend. 
Without  a  help  but  thee  ! 

2  0  guard  my  soul  around, 
Which  loves  and  trusts  thy  grace ; 

Nor  let  the  powers  of  hell  confound 
The  hopes  on  thee  I  place ! 

3  Thy  mercy  I  entreat — 
Let  mercy  hear  my  cries, 

While,  humbly  waiting  at  thy  seat, 
My  daily  prayers  arise  ! 

4  0  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  every  fear  control ; 

Since  at  thy  throne,  with  suppliant  voice, 
To  thee  I  lift  my  soul ! 

g(}  Part  V.     7s.       Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject 

THOU,  Jehovah,  God  o'er  all! 
Idol  gods  to  thee  shall  fall: 
None  thy  wondrous  works  can  share ; 
None  with  thee  in  might  compare 
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PSALMS. 

2  Formed  by  thy  creative  hand, 
Let  the  nations  round  thee  stand ; 
Prostrate  at  thy  throne  confess 
And  adore  the  Saviour's  grace. 

3  Great  in  power ! — thine  arm  divine  ! — 
Round  the  world  thy  wronders  shine : 
Bid  the  world  thy  glories  own : 

Thou  art  God,  and  thou  alone ! 

87  Part-L     L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Church  the  Dwelling- Place  of  God. 

GOD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praise ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night,  and  morning  vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  all  the  nations  know. 

87  Part  II.     H.  M.     Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

FIXED  on  the  sacred  hills, 
Its  firm  foundations  rest: 
The  Lord  his  temple  fills, 

With  all  his  glory  blest ! 
He  waits  where'er  his  saints  adore, 
But  loves  the  gates  of  Zion  more. 

2  0  Zion,  sacred  place  ' 

Thy  name  shall  spread  around ; 
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PSALMS. 

The  city  of  his  grace, 

His  wonders  there  abound : 
Thy  glories  shall  thy  God  declare, 
And  earth  thy  fame  resound  afar. 

37  Part  III.     8s.  &  7s.    Drummond 

Same  Subject. 

GLORIOUS  tlrings  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  Lord,  thy  Church  is  still  thy  dwelling, 
Still  is  precious  in  thy  sight ; 

Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 
Beaming  with  the  gospel's  light. 

3  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

4  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 

He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

88  Part  I.     L.  M.  Dwigiit 

Resurrection  from  the  Grave. 

QHALL  man,  0  God  of  light  and  life, 
|^3     For  ever  moulder  in  the  grave  ? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work. 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  In  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night 
Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise? 

No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 

Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies? 
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PSALMS. 

BREWER 

3  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears :  ■ 
When  Christ  our  Lord  from  darkness  sprang, 

Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright  eternal  doors 
Unfold  to'  make  his  children  way : 

They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

5  The  trump  shall  sound,  the  dead  shall  wake ; 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring ; 

Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 

88  Part  II.     L.  M.  Dwight. 

Sinners  invited  to  immediate  Repentance. 

\  Y^HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
V  V      Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound! 

Come,  sinners,  haste  !  0  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave ; 

Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites — how  blest  the  day !  . 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 

Come,  sinners,  haste !  0  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found 
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PSALMS. 

88  Part  III.     S.  M. 

Same  Subject. 

YE  sinners,  fear  the  Lord 
While  yet  'tis  called  to-day ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close  ; 
The  summer  soon  be  o'er; 

And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

3  Then  while  'tis  called  to-day, 
0  hear  the  gospel's  sound ; 

Come,  sinner,  haste !   0  haste  away, 
While  pardon  may  be  found. 

89  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Frailty  of  Man. 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date-- 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Distressed  with  gloomy  fears,  we  cry, 

"  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ? 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day. 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word : 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

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PSALMS. 

89  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

The  Faithfulness  of  God. 

T70R  ever  shall  my  song  record 
Jj    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  stand, 
Like  heaven,  established  by  his  hand. 

2  Jesus,  our  prophet  and  our  priest, 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest : 
Thou  art  our  King :  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  stand  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

3  Then  let  the  Church  rejoice,  and  sing 
Jesus,  her  Saviour  and  her  King ; 
Angels  above  his  wonders  show, 

And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 

89  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

MY  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord, 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure ; 

And  if  he  speak  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 

And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

89  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

.      The  Majesty  of  God. 

"TT7ITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 
V  V      And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
HI 


PSALMS. 

His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  Great  God,  how  high  thy  glories  rise . 
How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 

Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 
On  thy  supporting  hand  ; 

Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 
And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 

Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine. 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell: 

How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 

While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


89  Part  V.     C.  M.  Watts 

Rejoicing  in  the  Gospel. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 

His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
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PSALMS. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

90  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watt* 

Divine  Immutability  and  Human  Frailty. 

THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned  ere  time  began. 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity : 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  is  just, 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  ever-flowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  :   our  life  's  a  dream — 
An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till,  cleansed  by  grace,  we  all  may  be 
Prepared  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

90  Part  II.     C.  M.  Wati& 

Same  Subject 

OGOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ; 
143 


PSALMS. 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  : 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 
"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men:" 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turned  to  earth  again. 

5  0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


o 


90  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  the  saviour  and  defence 
Of  all  thy  chosen  race, 
From  age  to  age  thou  still  hast  been 
Our  sure  abiding-place. 

2  Before  the  lofty  mountains  rose. 
Or  earth  received  its  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Thou  turnest  man,  0  Lord,  to  dust, 
Of  which  he  first  was  made ; 

When  thou  dost  speak  the  word,  Return, 
'Tis  instantly  obeyed. 

4  For  in  thy  sight  a  thousand  years 
Are  like  a  day  that's  past, 

144 


PSALMS. 

Or  like  a  watch  in  dead  of  night, 
Whose  hours  unminded  waste. 

5  So  teach  us,  Lord,  th'  uncertain  sum 

Of  our  short  days  to  mind, 
That  unto  wisdom  all  our  hearts 

May  ever  be  inclined. 

90  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

T)ETURN,  0  God  of  love,  return ; 
XL     Earth  is  a  tiresome  place  : 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years ; 
Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show ; 
Make  thine  own  work  complete  ; 

Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

90  Part  V.     C.  M.  Watt* 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  if  thine  eye  survey  our  faults, 
And  justice  grow  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Almighty  Ood,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
0  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

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PSALMS. 

90  Part  VI.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

IORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
j     Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Our  feeble  powers  decay  ; 

Swift  as  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

3  Then,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way. 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

4  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea; 

Soon  shall  we  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

c)l  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Safety  of  trusting  in  God. 

HE  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode  : 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade. 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head 

2  Now  may  we  say,  Our  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  our  fortress  and  our  tower: 
We,  that  are  formed  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  our  trust. 

3  Thrice  happy  man!   thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  tempter's  snare  ; 
God  is  thy  life;    his  arms  are  spread 

To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 
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.  PSALMS. 

91  Part  II.     C.  M.  WaiH* 

Same  Subject. 

TTE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
J_      Exposed  to  every  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  trust  his  graciotis  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  the  saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Exposed  to  every  snare, 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  trust  his  gracious  care. 

92  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Delight  in  the  Worship  of  the  Sabbath. 

LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true : 
They  who  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
God  ever  faithful,  ever  kind. 

147 


PSALMS. 

92  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing  : 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  til}*  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  n\y  breast : 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  Sure  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

9Q  Part  III.     S.  M.      Sp.  Psalms 

Same  Subject. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  name  to  sing; 
To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell: 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 

That  such  may  be  oi**  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

93  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &  B. 

The  Majesty  and  Dominion  of  God. 

WITH  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed, 
The  Lord,  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundations  firmly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

2  How  surely  'stablished  is  thy  throne, 
Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see ; 

For  thou,  0  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
Art  God,  from  all  eternity. 

3  The  floods,  0  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  toss  their  troubled  waves  on  high ; 

But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

4  Through  endless  ages  stands  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure : 

The  pure  in  heart,  and  they  alone, 

Shall  find  their  hope  of  heaven  secure. 

93  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts, 

Same  Subject. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might: 
The  worlds  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 
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PSALMS. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies : 
Vain  floods,  that- aim  their  rage  so  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure  ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 


93  Part  III.     S.  P.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned  ; 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands. 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word : 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Ere  stars  adorned  the  sky  : 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  power  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky; 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 
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PSALMS. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new ; 
There  fixed,  thy  Church  shall  ne'er  remove ; 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
ind  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

94  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

Trusting  in  God  for  Help. 

*"TAD  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
~±_     Sustained  my  fainting  head, 
3.y  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  among  the  dead. 

2 "Alas,  my  sliding  feet!"  I  cried — 

Thy  promise  was  my  hope ; 
Tiy  grace  stood  constant  at  my  side, 

Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

3While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Ty  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

4Thc  powers  of  earth  and  sin  may  rise, 

And  frame  oppressive  laws  ; 
£t  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 

He  will  defend  my  cause. 

9/  Part  II.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject 

")LEST  is  the  man  whom  thou,  0  Lord, 
)     In  kindness  dost  chastise, 
ad  by  thy  sacred  rules  to  walk, 
In  mercy  dost  advise. 

For  God  will  never  from  his  saints 
His  favor  wholly  take : 
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PSALMS. 

His  own  possession  and  his  lot 
He  will  not  quite  forsake. 

3  The  world  shall  then  confess  thee  just 
In  all  that  thou  hast  done ; 

And  those  who  choose  thy  upright  path 
Shall  in  that  path  go  on. 

4  My  sure  defence  is  firmly  placed 
In  thee,  the  Lord  most  high  : 

Thou  art  my  rock ;  to  thee  I  may 
For  refuge  always  fly. 

95  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &B. 

Exhortation  to  adore  and  praise  Jehovah. 

OCOME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past; 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  song, 
Praises  which  to  his  name  belong. 

3  0  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there ; 
Down  on  our  knees,  devoutly,  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

95  Part  II.     L.  M.  Wait 

San  i. 

tU)ME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  Bacred  Bong  of  solemn  praise: 
God  is  a  sovereign  king;  rehearse 
[lis  honor  in  exalted  verse. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Come,  let-  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word : 
He  is  our  shepherd ;  we,  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
Accept  the  offered  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

5  Come,  seize  the  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

95  Part  III.     L.  M.      Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

^0  God  our  voices  let  us  raise, 

And  loudly  chant  the  joyful  strain  ; 
That  rock  of  strength,  0  let  us  praise, 
Whence  free  salvation  we  obtain. 

2  The  Lord  is  great ;   with  glory  crowned, 
O'er  all  the  gods  of  earth  he  reigns ; 

His  hand  supports  the  deeps  profound, 
His  power  alone  the  hills  sustains. 

3  Let  all  who  now  his  goodness  feel, 
Come  near,  and  worship  at  his  throne : 

Before  the  Lord  their  Maker  kneel, 
And  bow  in  adoration  down. 


T( 


95  Part  IV.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

1ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice : 

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PSALMS. 

When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 
And  psalms  of  honor  sing : 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore ; 
Come  kneel  before  his  face  : 

0  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace ! 

4  Now  is  the  time,  be  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your  request ; 

Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

95  Part  V.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing: 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  Come  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

96  Part  I.     L.  P.  M.  Watts. 

Rejoicing  in  view  of  God's  universal  Reign. 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  a  psalm  of  lofty  praise, 
To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name: 
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PSALMS. 

His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim., 

2  0  haste  the  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name : 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

96  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ; 
His  new-discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  noble  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son : 

His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 

Ye  mountains,  sink  ;  ye  valleys,  rise  ' 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

4  Behold,  he  comes  !  he  comes  to  bless 
The  nations,  as  their  God  ; 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

5  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead. 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 
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96  Part  III.     S.  M. 

Same  Subject. 

SING  praises  to  our  God, 
And  bless  his  sacred  name : 
His  great  salvation  all  abroad 
From  day  to  day  proclaim. 

2  Midst  heathen  nations  place 
The  glories  of  his  throne, 

And  let  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
Through  all  the  earth  be  known. 

3  The  gods  the  heathen  boasts 
Nor  hear,  nor  see,  nor  move : 

Jehovah  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
Who  spread  the  heavens  above ! 

4  Then  let  our  songs  arise 
In  new  exalted  strains  ; 

Let  earth  repeat  it  to  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

97  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Rejoicing  in  Christ  as  Sovereign  and  Judge. 

HE  reigns!  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
Sing  to  his  name  in  lofty  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  in  his  praise  exalt  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne: 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire; 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 
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PSALMS. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 
Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

97  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord  is  come :  the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth,  the  nations  learn  his  name : 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies : 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 
Zion  shall  still  his  glories  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 

97  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

TH'  ALMIGHTY  reigns,  exalted  high 
O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown : 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

3  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord : 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

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97  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

LET  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea, 
Rejoice — the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 
And  makes  the  valleys  rise ; 

The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 
The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

3  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 
Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

97  Part  V.     C.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

rPHE  heavens  his  righteousness  declare, 
JL     And  angels  hail  his  birth  : 
His  gospel  shall  his  glories  bear 
Around  th'  admiring  earth. 

2  Ye  idols,  prostrate  on  the  ground, 
Th'  incarnate  God  adore : 

His  arm  your  worship  shall  confound, 
And  all  who  trust  your  power. 

3  Zion  with  holy  triumph  hears, 
The  Church  proclaims  her  joys; 

Her  Saviour  for  her  aid  appears, 
And  praise  her  lips  employs. 

98  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Glorious  and  joyful  Reign  of  God  the  Saviour. 

TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honors  be  addressed ; 
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PSALMS. 

His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abraham  first, 
His  truth  fulfils  the  grace ; 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 
And  learn  his  righteousness. 

3  Let  all  the  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  different  tongues, 

And  spread  the  honor  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 

98  Part  EL    C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  recks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

98  Part  III.     C.  M.      Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

TO  God  address  the  joyful  psalm, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done ; 
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PSALMS. 

Whose  own  right  hand  and  holy  arm 
The  victory  have  won. 

2  He  to  the  Gentile  nations  round 
Hath  made  his  mercy  known ; 

And  to  the  world's  remotest  bound 
His  justice  shall  be  shown. 

3  The  promised  Saviour  meekly  came. 
And  man's  full  ransom  paid; 

Again  he  comes,  his  own  to  claim, 
In  awful  pomp  arrayed. 

4  He  comes  with  power ;  he  quits  the  skies 
To  punish  and  reward : 

0  let  one  general  chorus  rise 
To  praise  the  sovereign  Lord. 

98  Part  IV.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

SING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  song, 
Who  wondrous  things  has  done ; 
With  his  right  hand  and  holy  .arm 
The  conquest' he  has  won. 

2  The  Lord  has  through  th'  astoujshed  world 
Displayed  his  saving  might. 

And  made  his  righteous  acts  appear 
In  till  the  heathen's  sight. 

3  Of  Israel's  house  his  love  and  truth 
Have  ever  mindful  been  ; 

And  earth's  remotest  tribes  the  power 
Of  Israel's  God  have  seen. 

4  Let  all  the  people  of  the  earth 
Their  cheerful  voices  raise; 

Let  all,  with  universal  joy, 
Resound  their  Maker's  praise. 
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93  Part  V.  8,  7  &  4.  P.'s  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

1 0NGS  anew  of  honor  framing, 
Sing  ye  to  the  Lord  alone ; 
All  his  wondrous  works  proclaiming — 
Jesus  wondrous  works  hath  done ! 

Glorious  victory 
His  right  hand  and  arm  have  won. 

2  Now  he  bids  his  great  salvation 
Through  the  heathen  lands  be  told ; 

Tidings  spread  through  every  nation, 
And  his  acts  of  grace  unfold: 

All  the  heathen 
Shall  his  righteousness  behold. 

3  Shout  aloud,  and  hail  the  Saviour ; 
Jesus,  Lord  of  all  proclaim ! 

As  ye  triumph  in  his  favor, 
All  ye  lands,  declare  his  fame : 

Loud  rejoicing, 
Shout  the  honors  of  his  name ! 

99  Part  I.     S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Majesty  and  Grace  of  Jehovah. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  stands  his  throne, 
His  honors  are  divine ; 

11  161 


PSALiMS. 

His  Church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  fearful  is  his  praise ! 
Jastice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

99  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  £eet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 

WThen  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 
Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whose  grace  is  still  the  same ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

LOO  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &  B 

All  Nations  exhorted  to  Adoration  and  Praise. 

WITH  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
Glad  homage  pay  with  awful  mirth. 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 
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2  Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 
From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  ; 

We  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 

The  flock  which  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  0  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 
Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press ; 

And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he  's  the  Lord,  supremely  good ; 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure ; 

His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


100  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

~Y7"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
X      Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 
Ser^ve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God:   'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 

And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  ; 

And  all  the  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 
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100  Part  iil     l-  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name ! 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  all  her  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

100  Part  IV.     CM.      Weangham. 

Same  Subject. 

OALL  ye  lands,  in  God  rejoice, 
To  him  your  thanks  belong  ; 
In  strains  of  gladness  raise  your  voice, 
In  loud  and  joyful  song. 

2  0  enter  ye  his  courts  with  praise, 

His  love  to  all  proclaim  ; 
To  God  the  song  of  triumph  raise, 

And  magnify  his  name. 
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PSALMS. 

3  For  he  is  gracious,  just  and  good  ; 

His  mercy  ever  sure 
Through  ages  past  has  ever  stood, 

And  ever  shall  endure. 

100  Part  V.     S.  M.  Dwiqht 

Same  Subject. 

SING  to  the  Lord  most  high ; 
Let  every  land  adore  ; 
With  grateful  heart  and  voice  make  known 
His  goodness  and  his  power. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy ; 
With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 

'Twas  he  who  formed  us  with  his  hand, 
And  quickened  by  his  word. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 
And  every  blessing  give  ; 

We  're  guarded  by  his  daily  care, 
And  on  his  bounty  live. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God  ; 
His  truth  and  mercy  sure ; 

And  while  eternity  shall  last, 
His  promises  endure. 

102  Part  !•     L-  M-     Pratt's  Col. 

Compassion  of  God  for  the  Distressed. 

DOWN  from  his  lofty  throne  on  high 
He  looked — the  Lord  the  world  surveyed ; 
He  saw  the  race  in  ruin  lie, 

He  pitied,  and  his  grace  displayed. 

2  He  hears  the  groaning  prisoner's  voice, 
He  hears  the  suppliant's  trembling  breath  : 

From  bonds  released,  the  slaves  rejoice  ; 
He  frees  the  captives  doomed  to  death ! 
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3  Let  Zion  now  his  name  repeat ; 

His  Church  his  wonders  shall  record, 
Till  kingdoms,  crowding  round  his  seat, 

Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Lord. 

102  Part  II.     L.  M.  P.'s  Col. 

Human  Frailty  and  Divine  Immutability. 

SWIFT  as  declining  shadows  pass, 
Our  days  in  quick  succession  fly  ; 
And,  transient  as  the  withering  grass, 

Amid  our  youthful  hopes  we  die. 

2  But  thou,  our  Saviour,  shalt  endure, 

Thy  years  unchanged,  eternal  Lord  ! 

Thy  grace  through  every  age  is  sure, 

And  firm  the  promise  of  thy  word. 

103  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
Impairs  our  strength  amid  the  race; 
Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  0  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon : 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  sorrows  shall  assuage  : 

"Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  lives; 
Thou  art  the  same  through  every  age." 

4  Before  thy  face  thy  Church  shall  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign: 

This  fading  world  shall  they  survive, 
And  rise  to  glorious  life  again. 
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103  ?ART  IV-     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

&?me  Subject.  ' 

TT  J  HEN  I  pour  out  my  soul  iu  prayer, 

VV       Do  thou,  great  God,  attend  ; 
To  thy  eternal  throne  of  grace 
0  let  my  cry  ascend. 

2  Hide  not,  0  Lord,  thy  glorious  face 
In  times  of  deep  distress  ; 

Incline  thine  ear,  and  when  I  call, 
My  sorrows  soon  redress. 

3  My  days,  just  hastening  to  their  end, 
Are  like  an  evening  shade  ; 

My  beauty  does,  like  withered  grass, 
With  waning  lustre  fade. 

4  But  thy  eternal  state,  0  Lord, 
No  length  of  time  shall  waste ; 

The  memory  of  thy  wondrous  works 
From  age  to  age  shall  last. 

102  Part  V.     C.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

1  THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 
0  thou  eternal  God ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 
Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 

By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 
Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 

Be  like  a  vesture  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 
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4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine 

With  undiminished  rays. 


103  Part  VI.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

TET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  — 
j     Behold  the  promised  hour : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 
Are  precious  in  his  eyes ; 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 
And  stand  in  glory  there  : 

Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

1  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes : 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 

And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death; 
Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 

Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 

That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  praise,  and  trust  the  Lord. 
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PSALMS. 

102  Part  VII.     CM.  Watts. 

Divine  Aid  implored  in  Times  of  Extremity. 

HEAR  me,  0  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  answer,  lest  I  die : 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 
The  sparrow  tells  her  moan, 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

3  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 
0  my  eternal  God ! 

Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

4  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face ; 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 

Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace 
That  long-expected  day. 

5  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 
And  by  mysterious  ways 

Redeems  the  prisoners  doomed  to  clie; 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

1_0SJ  Part  VIII.     7s.     Pratt's  Col 

Same  Subject. 

HEAR  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear ! 
Listen  to  my  humble  cries : 
See  the  day  of  trouble  near — 
Heavy  on  my  soul  it  lies. 

2  Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face 
When  the  storm  around  me  falls  : 

Hear  me,  0  thou  God  of  grace, 
In  the  time  thy  servant  calls. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Earth  and  hell  their  censures  pour, 
Madly  rage  against  my  soul:' 

When  my  God  appears  no  more, 
Who  their  fury  can  control  ? 

4  Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face 
When  the  storm  around  me  falls : 

Hear  me,  0  thou  God  of  grace, 
Hear  me  when  thy  servant  calls. 

LOS  PART  t     L.  M.  Watts 

The  Goodness  and  Mercy  of  God  celebrated. 

BLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God ; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace: 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise : 
Let  not  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot. 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done : 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess, 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join 
hi  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

103  Part  II.     L.  M.    Pratt's  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

HIGH  o'er  the  heavens,  supreme,  alone, 
Th'  eternal  Lord  prepares  his  throne: 
O'er  all  his  kingdom  he  '11  extend, 
Beyond  a  limit  or  an  end. 
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PSALMS. 

2  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  his  glories  tell, 
Ye  angels  who  in  might  excel, 

Who  do  his  will,  who  hear  his  voice, 
And  in  his  high  commands  rejoice. 

3  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  proclaim  his  state, 
Ye  heavenly  hosts  who  round  him  wait, 
Quick  to  perform  his  acts  of  might, 
His  pleasure  your  supreme  delight. 

4  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  his  works  around ! 
Creation,  with  his  praise  resound ! 

My  soul,  the  general  chorus  join, 
And  bless  the  Lord  in  songs  divine. 


]_03  Part  III.     L.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

MY  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love, 
God's  holy  name  for  ever  bless ; 
Of  all  his  favors  mindful  prove, 

And  still  thy  grateful  thanks  express. 

2  The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love 
And  unexampled  acts  of  grace ; 

His  wakened  wrath  does  slowly  move, 
His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 

3  As  far  as  'tis  from  east  to  west, 
So  far  has  he  our  sins  removed, 

Who,  with  a  father's  tender  breast, 
Has  such  as  fear  him  always  loved. 

4  Let  every  creature  jointly  bless 

The  mighty  Lord  ;  and  thou,  my  heart, 
With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  express, 
And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  part. 
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103  Paut  IV.     L.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord  !   how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  die  loves. 

4  How  slowly  does  his  wrath  arise ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies ; 
Or,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 

How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  his  saints,  and  shall  endure : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

103  Tart  V.     L.  M.  P.'s  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

MY  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 
To  God  the  voice  of  grateful  praise; 
Let  every  mental  power  combine 
To  bless  his  attributes  divine. 

2  Deep  on  my  heart  let  memory  trace 
His  acts  of  mercy  and  of  grace ; 
Who,  with  a  father's  tender  care. 
Saved  me  when  sinking  in  despair; 
172 


PSALMS. 

3  Gave  my  repentant  soul  to  prove 
The  joy  of  his  forgiving  love ; 
Poured  balm  into  my  bleeding  breast, 
And  led  my  weary  feet  to  rest. 

103  Part  vi-     S.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

0  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul; 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave; 

He  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known, 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

7  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  rr^  tongue  to  bless  his  name 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 
178 


PSALMS. 

103  Ta-rt  VII.    S.  M.    Montgomery. 

Same  Subject. 

0  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul; 
His  mercies  bear  in  mind; 

Forget  not  all  bis  benefits: 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  will  not  always  chide; 
He  will  with  patience  wait ; 

His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 
Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 

He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

5  Then  bless  his  holy  name 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole, 
Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days: 
0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 


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103  Part  VIII.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

Y  soul,  repeat  his  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great. 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2   His  power  subdues  our  sins  ; 

And  In's  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  tlie  east  is  from  the  west, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
174 


PSALMS. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

103  Paiit  ix-     s-  m-  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THE  pity  of  the  Lord 
To  those  that  fear  his  name 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel: 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower: 

When  blasting  winds  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

L03  PART  x-     S.  M.  Watt*. 

Same  Subject. 

THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 
Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high ; 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules. 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  vcice  ye  hear, 

Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 
175 


PSALMS. 

3  Ye  heavenly  hosts,  who  wait 
The  orders  of  your  King, 

Who  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
0  join  the  praise  Ave  sing. 

4  And  while  his  wondrous  works 
Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 

104  Part  l     l-  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  God  the  Creator. 

"Y  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise! 
When  clothed  in  his  celestial  rays. 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

2  How  strange  thy  works!  how  great  thy  skill, 
While  every  land  thy  riches  fill : 

Thy  wisdom  round  the  world  we  see — 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

3  How  awful  are  thy  glorious  ways ! 
Thou,  Lord,  art  dreadful  in  thy  praise ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  seek  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

104  Part  II.     L.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

LONG  as  I  live,  all-bounteous  Lord, 
My  song  thy  glories  shall  record ; 
Thy  praise,  my  God,  shall  fill  the  strain 
While  life  or  being  shall  remain. 

2  Sweet  are  the  thoughts  which  till  my  breast 
When  on  thy  various  works  they  rest  : 
God,  my  Creator,  lifts  my  voice: 

In  God,  my  Saviour,  I  rejoice. 
17G 


PSALMS. 

3  Soon  shall  his  arm  his  foes  dismay, 
And  sweep  the  guilty  race  away  : 
And  while  his  Church  his  power  adore. 
The  wicked  sink  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then,  0  my  soul,  Jehovah  bless, 
His  providence  and  grace  confess : 
Let  all  his  works  their  tribute  raise, 
And  triumph  in  Jehovah's  praise. 

104  Paiit  iil    l-  m- 

Same  Subject. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord !  what  tongue  can  framo 
An  honor  equal  to  his  name  ? 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

2  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Were  laid,  and  shall  for  ever  stand ; 
The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
While  to  his  praise  they  roll  around. 

3  Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ; 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word ; 

And  clouds,  and  storms,  and  fire  obey 
Thy  wise  and  all-controlling  sway. 

4  Thy  glory,  fearless  of  decline, 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  shall  ever  shine; 
Thy  praise  shall  still  our  breath  employ 
Till  we  shall  rise  to  endless  joy. 

105  Part  I.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 
Exhortation  to  Praise. 

0  RENDER  thanks  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Invoke  his  sacred  name  ; 
Acquaint  the  nations  with  his  deeds, 
His  matchless  deeds  proclaim. 
12  177 


PSALMS 

2  Sing  to  his  praise  in  lofty  hymns, 
His  wondrous  works  rehearse; 

Make  them  the  theme  of  your  discourse 
And  subject  of  your  versfc 

3  Rejoice  in  his  almighty  name, 
Alone  to  be  adored ; 

And  let  their  hearts  o'erflow  with  joy 
Who  humbly  seek  the  Lord. 

105  Part  II.     C.  M.       Pratt's  Col 

The  Faithfulness  of  God  celebrated. 

JEHOVAH  is  the  Lord  our  God ; 
Then  let  his  Church  adore : 
His  justice  o'er  the  earth  abroad 
Shall  all  his  judgments  pour. 

2  Once  his  eternal  oath  he  sware 
To  Abraham  and  his  race : 

And  placed  his  laws  and  statutes  there, 
The  types  of  richer  grace. 

3  His  covenant,  in  his  changeless  mind, 
Stands  like  himself  secure  ; 

His  Church  through  every  age  shall  find 
His  word  of  promise  sure. 

]05  Part  III.    CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  covenant,  which  lie  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  apes  past, 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 
178 


PSALMS. 

3  He  swore  to  Abraham  and  his  seed, 
And  made  the  blessing  sure  : 

Gentiles  the^mcient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  Church  renounce  her  fear ; 

Israel  shall  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

106  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &  B. 

God  praised  for  his  Works  of  Goodness  andMerty. 

0  RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ? 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford : 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  0  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

106  Part  II.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

TO  God  the  great,  the  ever-blest, 
Let  songs  of  honor  be  addressed ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
179 


PSALMS. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  0  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

107  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Providential  Goodness  celebrated. 

(1  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;   he  reigns  above  : 
X  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love: 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way  : 
He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

3  0  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  : 
How  great  his  works  !   how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

107  Part  il     c-  m-       Wrangham 

God's  Goodness  celebrated. 

0  PRAISE  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good ; 
In  him  we  rest  obtain ; 
His  mercy  lias  through  ages  stood, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 
180 


PSALMS. 

2  Let  all  the  people  of  the  Lord 
His  praises  spread  around  ; 

Let  them  his  grace  and  love  record, 
Who  have  salvation  found. 

3  Now  let  the  east  in  him  rejoice. 
The  west  its  tribute  bring, 

The  north  and  south  lift  up  their  voice 
In  honor  of  their  King. 

4  0  praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good ; 
In  him  we  rest  obtain ; 

His  mercy  has  through  ages  stood, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

107  Part  III.     7s.      Pratt's  Col. 
Same  Subject. 

OTHAT  men  their  songs  would  raise, 
All  his  goodness  to  declare  i 
All  Jehovah's  wonders  praise, 

Wonders  which  their  children  share. 

2  Where  his  holy  altars  rise, 
Let  his  saints  adore  his  name ; 

There  present  their  sacrifice, 

There  with  joy  his  works  proclaim. 

108  Part  L     l.  M.        Wrangham. 
General  Praise  to  God. 

MY  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  sacred  truth  I  '11  spread  abroad ; 
My  soul  shall  rest  on  thee  alone, 
And  make  thy  loving-kindness  known. 

2  Awake,  my  glory ;  wake,  my  lyre. 
To  songs  of  praise  my  tongue  inspire ; 
With  morning's  earliest  dawn  arise, 
And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 
181 


PSALMS. 

8  With  those  who  in  thy  grace  .abound, 
I'll  spread  thy  fame  the  earth  around, 
Till  every  land,  with  thankful  voice, 
Shall  in  thy  holy  name  rejoice. 

108  p^t  n.    c.  M.  t.  &  r> 

Same  Subject. 

OGOD,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 
To  magnify  thy  name  ; 
My  tongue,  with  cheerful  songs  of  praise, 
Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 

2  To  all  the  listening  tribes,  0  Lord, 
Thy  wonders  I  will  tell ; 

And  to  those  nations  sing  thy  praise 
That  round  about  us  dwell. 

3  Thy  mercy,  in  its  boundless  height, 
The  highest  heaven  transcends  ; 

And  far  beyond  tli'  aspiring  clouds 
Thy  faithful  truth  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high 
Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

And  let  the  world,  withjfcne  consent, 
Confess  thy  glorious  name. 

108  Part  m-     c-  M«  Barlow. 

Same  Sulijrct. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise; 
Awake,  my  harp,  to  sing; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
And  through  the  nations  round, 

Glad  songs  of  praise  will  1  prepare, 
And  there  Ins  name  resound. 
182 


PSALMS. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 
Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 
And  throng  thy  courts  above ; 

While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

I  10  Paiit  L     l-  M.  Watts 

Christ  exalted  as  a  King  and  Saviour. 

I^HUS  God,  the  eternal  Father,  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son:    "Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 

Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 

And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

'  4  0  blessed  power  !  0  glorious  day  ! 
How  large  a  victory  shall  ensue ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew, 

HO  Part  il     c-  m-  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
And  near  thy  Father  sit ; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 
183 


PSALMS. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 
Thy  converts  shall  surpass 

The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  Jesus,  our  priest,  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jesus,  our  king,  for  ever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

4  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 

Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  opp'ose  his  reign. 

Ill  Part  l     C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Works  and  Grace  of  God  celebrated. 

SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  almighty  God ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought  I 
How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 

And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons, 
He  fixed  his  covenant  sure  : 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

HI  Part  II.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs; 
0  let  th'  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues 
184 


PSALMS. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord ! 
He  gives  his  children  food ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  seal  his  covenant  sure ; 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

0  let  th'  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

112  Part  I.     L.  M.  T.  &  B 

Blessedness  of  fearing  and  obeying  God. 

THAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law ; 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned, 
And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 

2  The  soul  that's  filled  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night ; 

His  conscience  bears  his  courage  up, 
He  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

3  Beset  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmoved  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  : 
The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Shall  flourish  when  he  sleeps  in  dust. 

113  Part  IT.     L.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word; 
Honor  and  peace  his  clays  attend, 
And  blessings  on  his  seed  descend. 
185 


PSALMS. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined ; 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  His  soul,  well  fixed  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amid  the  darkness  light  shall  rise, 

To  cheer  his  heart  and  bless  his  eyes. 

4  He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  still  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
Nor  shall  his  hope  of  heaven  be  vain. 


112  Part  III.     CM.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

HAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands ; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 
To  all  the  sons  of  need, 

So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 
Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

4  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 
186 


PSALMS. 

113  Part  I.     L.  M.     6  l.  T.  &  B 

Exhortation  to  universal  Praise. 

Y^E  saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord, 
J_    The  triumphs  of  his  name  record ; 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays. 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Due  praise  to  his  great  name  address. 

2  God  through  the  world  extends  his  sway  ; 
The  regions  of  eternal  day 

But  shadows  of  his  glory  are : 
To  him  whose  majesty  excels, 
Who  made  the  heaven  wherein  he  dwells, 

Let  no  created  power  compare. 

113  Part  II.     L.  M. 

Same  Subject. 

OALL  ye  people,  shout  and  sing 
Hosannas  to  your  heavenly  King ; 
Where'er  the  sun's  bright  glories  shine, 
Ye  nations,  praise  his  name  divine. 

2  High  on  his  everlasting  throne, 
He  reigns  almighty  and  alone  ; 
Yet  we,  on  earth,  with  angels  share 
His  kind  regard,  his  tender  care. 

3  Rejoice,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Spread  wide  Jehovah's  name  abroad ; 
0  praise  our  God,  his  power  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  from  shore  to  shore. 

116  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts, 

Thankful  Acknowledgment  of  God's  Goodness. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord :  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan ; 
187 


PSALMS. 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bowed  his  ear, 
And  chased  my  grief  away  : 

0  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove ; 

Return,  my  soul,  to  God,  thy  r&st. 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 


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116  Part  il     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

T7HAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house 
My  offering  shall  be  paid; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 

My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor. shall  my  purpose  move; 

Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain. 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
188 


PSALMS. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  rny  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record : 

Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


U7  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Exhortation  to  universal  Praise. 

T71ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
_1    Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 
Let  the  "Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

117  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  different  tongue ; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land — 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  : 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand — 

Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

117  Part  III.     C.  M.  T    &  B 

Same  Subject. 

TTTITH  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth 

\\      To  heaven  their  voices  raise; 
Let  all,  inspired  with  godly  mirth, 
Sing  solemn  hy^rns  of  praise. 
189 


PSALMS. 

2  God's  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound; 

His  truth  shall  ne'er  decay; 
Then  let  the  willing  nations  round 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 

H7  Part  IV.     CM.      Wraitgham. 

Same  Subject. 

OALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
His  glorious  acts  proclaim: 
The  fulness  of  his  grace  record, 
And  magnify  his  name. 

2  His  love  is  great,  his  mercy  sure, 

And  faithful  is  his  word ; 
His  truth  for  ever  shall  endure ; 

For  ever  praise  the  Lord ! 

117  Part  V.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  sure  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure, 

Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

1  17  Part  VI.     S.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

LET  songs  of  endless  praise 
From  every  nation  rise ; 
Let  all  the  lands  their  tribute  raise 
To  God,  who  rules  the  skies. 
190 


PSALMS. 

2  His  mercy  and  his  love 

Are  boundless  as  his  name ; 
And  all  eternity  shall  prove 

His  truth  remains  the  same. 

117  Part  VII.     7s.        Wrangham 

Same  Subject. 

A   LL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

J\_     All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  ever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 
Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 

Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love ; 
Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath ; 

Praise  him  in  the  heights  above ; 

Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe ! 

118  PART  L     L-  M.     Pratt's  Coi 

Exaltation  of  the  Divine  Saviour. 

A   LL  power  and  grace  to  God  belong ; 
±\_  He  is  my  strength,  and  he  my  song  : 
He  comes,  my  Saviour,  from  his  throne, 
He  comes  to  bring  salvation  down. 

2  Lo !  rising  from  the  tents  of  men, 
The  voice  of  joy  resounds  again : 

His  saints  with  him  the  triumph  claim, 
And  shout  salvation  to  his  name. 

3  His  own  right  hand  its  strength  displays 
In  acts  of  valor  and  of  grace : 

The  cross,  the  tomb,  the  throne,  declare 
How  vast  his  power  and  glory  are. 
191 


Lc 


PSALMS. 

4  For  us  he  conquers,  though  he  dies : 
Behold  the  mighty  Saviour  rise ! 
His  saiuts  with  him  the  triumph  claim, 
And  shout  salvation  to  his  name. 

118  Part  II.     CM.  Watt* 

Christ  the  Author  of  Salvation. 

0,  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 
The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon. 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  wonder  of  our  eyes! 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

3  Sinners,  rejoice,  and  saints,  be  glad; 
The  Saviour's  name  be  blest ; 

Let  endless  honors  on  his  head, 
With  joy  and  glory,  rest. 

4  In  God's  own  name,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  race  : 

0  let  the  Church  address  her  King 
With  holy  songs  of  praise. 

118  PART  HI.     C.  M.  Watts 

Celebration  of  Christ's  Resurrection. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  enrth  be  glad, 
And  praise  Burround  hia  throne. 

2  To-day  lie  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  \\\<  triumph  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
L92 


PSALMS,. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son ! 

Help  us,  0  Lord ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  wh'o  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  Church  on  earth  can  raise ! 

The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


118  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Thankful  Acknowledgment  of  Divine  Aid. 

THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  he  affords  me  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  trust  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  friend, 

Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong* 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice ; 

While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Joy  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs ; 
The  Lord  protects  their  days : 

Let  Zion  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 
13  193 


PSALMS. 

118  Part  V.     C.  M.     Pratt's  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servants  cry, 
And  rescued  from  the  grave : 
Now  shall  we  live ;  for  none  can  die 
Whom  God  resolves  to  save. 

2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  our  daily  breath ; 

Thy  hand,  that  hath  chastised  us  sore, 
Defends  us  still  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  will  worship  there ; 

To  thine  own  house  with  joy  we'll  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Here^with  th'  assembly  of  thy  saints, 
Our  cheerful  voice  we  raise ; 

Here  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  here  we  speak  thy  praise. 

118  Part  vl     c-  m-  Watts 

Christ  the  Foundation  of  his  Church. 

BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation-stone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 
Let  saints  adore  the  name ; 

They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
194 


PSALMS. 


4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 


118  Part  vil     s-  m-  Watto. 

Same  Subject. 

QEE  what  a  living  stone 
£j     The  builders  did  refuse  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  0  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
That  our  Redeemer  made  : 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray ; 
Let  all  the  Church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood ! 

Bless  him,  ye  saints ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  word, 
Which  all  this  grace  displays, 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 
195 


PSALMS. 

118  Part  VIII.     8s.  &  7s.       P.'s  Coi* 

Praise  to  Christ,  the  Author  of  Salvation. 

CROWN  his  head  with  endless  blessing, 
Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassion  never-ceasing, 
Comes,  salvation  to  proclaim. 

2  Lo  !  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee  ! 
Thee,  onr  Saviour  !   thee,  our  God ! 

From  thy  throne  let  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 
Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own: 

Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne. 

4  Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing. 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore ; 

For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

119  Part  I.     L.  M. 

Departures  from  God  deplored. 

WE  all,  0  Lord,  have  gone  astray, 
And  wandered  from  thy  heavenly  way : 
The  wilds  of  sin  our  feet  have  trod, 
Far  from  the  paths  of  thee,  our  God. 

2  Hear  us,  great  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep ! 
Our  wanderings  heal,  our  footsteps  keep : 
We  seek  thy  sheltering  fold  again ; 

Nor  shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain. 

3  Teach  us  to  know  and  love  thy  way ; 
And  grant,  to  life's  remotest  day, 

By  thine  unerring  guidance  led, 
Our  willing  feet  thy  paths  may  tread. 
196 


PSALMS. 

119  Part  II.     C  M.  Watts. 

The  Blessedness  of  fearing  and  obeying  God. 

BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 
Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  every  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word 
And  practice  thy  commands ; 

With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  thee,  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 
How  firm  their  souls  abide ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 

When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

119  Part  III.     C.  M,  Watts 

Communion  with  God. 

TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  God,  I  pray ; 

1  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace — 
Thy  promise  bears  me  up ; 

And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

3  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 
197 


PSALMS 

119  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Delight  in  God  and  his  Word. 

THOU  art  my  portion,  0  my  God ; 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  Thy  precepts  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
I  set  before  my  eyes ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
0  save  thy  servant,  Lord ! 

Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

119  PartV.     CM.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  9 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
198 


PSALMS. 

3  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise ; 

1  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 
How  pure  is  every  page ! 

That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

H9  Part  VI.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 
'Tis  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 
To  meditate  thy  word : 

My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heavenly  words  my  heart  engage, 
And  well  employ  my  tongue, 

And  through  my  weary  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  When  nature  sinks  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 

Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

119  Part  VII.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 
199 


PSALMS. 

2  I  '11  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 

While  through  the  promises  I  rove 
With  ever  new  delight. 

3  'Tis  like  a  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  Qf  life  arise ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 

Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


119  Part  VIII.     C.  M.         P.'s  Col. 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  I  am  thine ;  thy  truth  I  own, 
Thy  righteous  precepts  love  : 
In  mercy  to  my  soul,  send  down 
Salvation  from  above. 

2  The  wicked  stand  on  every  side, 
And  my  destruction  seek ; 

But  in  thy  laws  will  I  abide, 
And  of  thy  judgments  speak. 

3  I  love  the  company  of  those 
Who  worship  thee  in  fear, 

Obey  thy  word,  observe  thy  laws, 
And  hold  thy  precepts  dear. 

4  At  morn,  at  noon,  at  night,  I  '11  praise, 
0  Lord,  thy  sacred  name ; 

With  joy  my  thankful  voice  I  '11  raise, 
Thy  goodness  to  proclaim. 
200 


PSALMS. 

119  Part  IX.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

OTHAT  thy  statutes  every  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 

My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
If  thou  my  heart  discharge 

From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large ! 

4  ftf$  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 
Thy  statutes  and  thy  name ; 

I  '11  speak  thy  word,  though  kings  shall  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 

119  Part  x-     c-  m-  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember. and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 
And  promised  quickening  grace  ? 

Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne' 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 
0  bear  thy  servant  up  : 

Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
201 


PSALMS. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  0  Lord* 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 

And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 


1 19  Part  XI.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  0  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit,    • 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  design 

Nor  covetous  desire  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 
My  feet  too  often  slip ; 

Yet,  since  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands — 
'Tis  a  delightful  road ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 
202 


PSALMS. 

119  Part  XII.     CM.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I  've  sought  thy 
0  let  me  never  stray  [face; 

From  thy  commands,  0  God  of  grace ; 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I  've  hid  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 

And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3  I  'm  a  companion  of  the  saints 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4  My  heart  with  sacred  reverence  hears 
The  threatenings  of  thy  word ; 

My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

5  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  salvation  still ; 

Thy  holy  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

119  Part  XIII.     C.  M.  Watt* 

Same  Subject. 

CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  thy  deliverance  send  ; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints  ; 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod ; 
Affliction  made  me  learn  thy  law, 

And  live  upon  my  God. 
203 


PSALMS. 

3  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
"When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow's  weight, 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

4  Before  I  knew  thy  chastening  rod, 
My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  ; 

But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


119  Part  XIV.     CM.  Watis 

Same  Subject. 

MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 

Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

4  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love. 
And  long  to  see  thy  face? 

And  yet,  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 

6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
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PSALMS. 

119  Part  XV.     C.  ML  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

rpHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord ; 
JL      How  good  thy  works  appear  I 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  Since  I  'm  a  stranger  here  below, 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 

3  When  I  confessed  my  wandering  ways, 
Thou  heard'st  my  soul  complain  ; 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

4  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 
And  heavenly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  I  '11  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

119  Part  XVI.     C.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

MY  hiding-place,  my  refuge-tower, 
And  shield  art  thou,  0  Lord : 

1  firmly  anchor  all  my  hopes 

On  thy  unerring  word. 

2  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 
From  danger  set  me  free  ; 

Nor  make  me  of  those  hopes  ashamed, 
That  I  repose  on  thee. 

3  On  me,  devoted  to  thy  fear, 
Lord,  make  thy  face  to  shine ; 

Thy  statutes  both  to  know  and  keep, 
My  heart  with  zeal  incline. 
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PSALMS. 

4  My  hiding-place,  my  refuge-tower, 
And  shield  art  thou,  0  Lord : 

1  firmly  anchor  all  my  hopes 

On  thy  unerring  word. 

119  Part  XVII.     S.  M.        Fawcett. 

Same  Subject. 

WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  pray : 
0  bring  me  now,  while  I  am  young, 
To  thee,  the  living  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine  ; 

Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4  0  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5  To  what  thy  laws  impart 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclined ; 

Come,  Saviour,  dwell  within  my  heart. 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 

131  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watis 

God's  guardian-  Care  of  his  People. 

HE  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 
Who  built  the  world,  who  spread  the  flood : 
The  heavens,  with  all  their  host,  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
206 


PSALMS. 

2  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  adorn  the  day ; 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 
8  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest : 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 
4  Long  as  I  live  I'll  trust  his  power; 
Then  in  my  last,  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  me  homeward  to  my  God. 

121  Part  n-     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 
Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 

His  ear  attends  their  humble  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure  ; 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

"His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  shall  call  thee  home. 

121  Part  III.     H.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

TO  God  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  him  is  all  my  aid ; 
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PSALMS. 

The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made: 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  sleep 

Shall  Israel  keep 

When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death '? 

And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

122  Part  l     c-  m-  Watts. 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath  and  Temple  of  God. 


H 


OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
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PSALMS. 

"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road: 
The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown 
The  holy  tribes  repair  : 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints : 
And  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a  constant  guest; 

With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 


1Q2  Part  II.     CM.       Sp.  Psalms. 

Same  Subject. 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  God  has  called  his  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair ! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 

And  pour  the  choral  song. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  0  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  Church  below ; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  foun.l ; 
Let  all  her  sons  unite 

To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own ; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

122  Part  III.     CM.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 
TWAS  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 
"  Up,  Israel !  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day  !" 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear 
With  our  assembled  powers, 

In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged. 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  0  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace : 
For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 

Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

4  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 
A  constant  guest  be  found  ; 

With  plenty  and  prosperity 
Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 

122  Part  IV.     C.  P.  M.        Merbkk. 

Same  Subject. 

THE  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  thy  sacred  dome, 
Thy  presence  to  adore: 
210 


PSALMS. 

My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 
And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day 
That  warns  my  thirsting  joul  away ; 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ! 
For,  lo  !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest. 

3  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo  !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  ; 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 


122  Part  V.     S.  P.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  I" 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear 

To  pray  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne; 

211 


PSALMS. 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here : 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 
The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

123  7s. 

Humble  Waiting  on  God  for  Spiritual  Strength 

LORD,  before  thy  throne  we  bend ; 
Now  to  thee  our  eyes  ascend ; 
Servants  to  our  Master  true, 
Lo  !  we  yield  thee  homage  due : 
Children,  to  thy  throne  we  fly : 
Abba,  Father,  hear  our  cry ! 

2  Low  before  thee,  Lord,  we  bow ; 
We  are  weak,  but  mighty  thou  : 
Sore  distressed,  yet  suppliant  still, 
Here  we  wait  thy  holy  will  : 
Bound  to  earth,  and  rooted  here, 
Till  our  Saviour  God  appear. 

3  Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation's  darkest  hour: 
Swift  to  read  their  captives'  doom, 
See  our  foes  exulting  come! 

212 


PSALMS. 

[esus,  Saviour,  yet  be  nigh, 
Lord  of  life  and  victory ! 

3  25  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Safety  of  trusting  in  God. 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 
And  firm  as  mountains  stand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest 
That  trusts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 
Fair  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 
And  lead  them  safely  on : 

0  may  we  reach  the  blest  abode 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone. 

125  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

FIRM  and  unmoved  are  they 
Who  rest  their  souls  on  God ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode*. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 
The  city's  sacred  ground, 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 
Whose  faith  and  holy  fear, 

Whose  hope,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 
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PSALMS. 

126  C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work !  my  neighbors  cried, 
And  owned  thy  power  divine ; 

Great  is  the  work  !  my  heart  replied, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 

They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 


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127  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Divine  Blessing  necessary  to  Success. 

"F  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 
And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2  What  though  we  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  we  dread ; 
214 


PSALMS. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain  till  God  hath  blest ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest ; 
On  God,  our  sovereign,  still  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends ! 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
Bestowed  by  his  paternal  love ! 

127  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 
The  builders  work  in  vain ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
A  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arise, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 

And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies, 
Your  tiresome  toil  pursue  ; 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 
In  vain,  till  God  has  blest ;  * 

But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 
You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 
Shall  real  blessings  prove, 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 
If  sent  without  his  love. 

]27  Part  III.    8s.  &  7s.    Sp.  Psalm* 

Same  Subject. 

VAINLY  through  night's  weary  hours 
Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 
215 


PSALMS. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 
Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 

Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven 
That  on  human  strength  relies ; 

But  to  him  shall  help  be  given 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 

Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed 
Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 


\Q8  C.  M.  Watts. 

Blessedness  of  obeying  and  serving  God. 

0  HAPPY  man  whose  soul  is  filled 
With  zeal  and  reverend  awe ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
'      His  life  adorns  thy  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  shall  stand, 
And  ever  guard  his  head ; 

Shall  on  the  labors  of  his  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  The  Lord  shall  his  best  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  years  to  come; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  send  the  blessings  home. 

4  This  is  the  man  whose  happy  eyes 
Shall  see  his  house  increase  ; 

Shall  see  the  mourning  Church  arise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 
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PSALMS. 

130  Part  L     l-  m-  Wati». 

Mercy  and  Pardon  penitently  implored. 

FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  raised  my  cry : 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
0,  who  could  stand  before  thine  eye  ? 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  : 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

1  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son ; 

lie  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

130  1>ART  H.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair, 

1  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye 
And  thine  impartial  hand 

Be  strict  to  mark  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
217 


PSALMS. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord ; 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

o  In  God  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust : 
0  sinners,  seek  his  face  : 

The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


130  Part  III.     S.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

FROM  lowest  depths  of  woe, 
To  God  I  send  my  cry ; 
Lord,  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  graciously  reply ! 

2  Shouldst  thou  severely  judge, 
Who  can  the  trial  bear  ? 

Forgive,  0  Lord,  lest  we  despond, 
And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 

3  My  soul  with  patience  waits 
For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 

My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 
Thy  never-failing  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thine  enlivening  ray, 

More  duly  than  the  morning  watch 
To  hail  the  dawning  day. 

5  Let  Israel  trust  in  God ; 

No  bounds  nis  mercy  knows  ; 
The  plenteous   source   and  spring   from 
Eternal  succor  flows.  [whence 

218 


PSALMS. 

181  Part  l     c-  m-  Watts 

Resignation  and  Contentment. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  see ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  thine  all-discerning  eye 
Sees  for  thy  creature  fit, 

I  '11  bless  the  good,  and  to  the  ill 
Contentedly  submit. 

3  Let  not  despair  nor  fell  revenge 
Be  to  my  bosom  known ; 

0  give  me  tears  for  others'  woe, 
And  patience  for  my  own. 

4  Feed  me,  0  Lord,  with  needful  food  ■ 
I  ask  not  wealth  or  fame ; 

But  give  me  eyes  to  view  thy  works, 
A  heart  to  praise  thy  name. 

5  0  may  my  days  obscurely  pass, 
Without  remorse  or  care  ; 

And  let  me  for  my  parting  hour 
From  day  to  day  prepare. 

131  Part  II.     8s.  &  7s.        P/s  Col 

Same  Subject. 

LET  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly  ; 
Humble  all  my  swelling  pride : 
Fallen,  guilty,  and  unholy, 

Greatness  from  my  eyes  I'll  hide: 

2  I'll  forbid  my  vain  aspiring, 

Nor  at  earthly  honors  aim ; 
No  ambitious  heights  desiring, 

Far  above  my  humble  claim. 
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PSALMS. 

3  Weaned  from  earth's  vexatious  pleasures, 

In  thy  love  I'll  seek  for  mine ; 
Placed  in  heaven  my  nobler  treasures, 

Earth  I  quietly  resign. 

i  Israel,  thus  the  world  despising, 

On  the  Lord  alone  rely  ; 
Then,  from  him  thy  joys  arising, 

Like  himself  shall  never  die. 

132  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Church  the  Divelling -place  of  God. 

WHERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
A  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still ; 

His  Church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  Here  will  he  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread ; 

Sinners  that  wait  before  his  door 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

4  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  saith  the  Lord: 

Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

182  Part  II.     CM.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

A   RISE !  0  King  of  grace,  arise, 
jTJl     And  enter  to  thy  rest : 
Lo  !   thy  Church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest 
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PSALMS. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word: 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine ; 

Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


133  Part  I.     C.  M.         Sp.  Psalms 

Excellence  of  Christian  Unanimity  and  Love. 

SPIRIT  of  peace,  celestial  Dove, 
How  excellent  thy  praise ! 
No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower, 
That  silently  distils, 

At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills  ; 

3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 
Shall  promised  grace  descend, 

Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend. 
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PSALMS. 

133  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

O  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
\_i     Those  friendly  brethren  prove 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love ! 

i  Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ  the 
Descend  to  every  soul,  [spring 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
"Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows,  ' 

And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

]  33  Part  III.     S.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  From  those  celestial  springs 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow 

As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 
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PSALMS. 

133  Part  iv-     s-  p-  m-  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

HOW  pleasant  ?tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  station  move ; 
And  each  fulfil  his  part, 
With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love ! 

2  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills, 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 

134  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  Works. 

BEHOLD  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  bless  Jehovah's  name ; 
Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  his  praise 
By  day  and  night  proclaim. 

2  He  formed  the  earth  below, 

He  formed  the  heavens  his  throne : 
His  grace  from  Zion  he  '11  bestow, 
And  pour  his  blessings  down. 

3  Ye  who  his  courts  attend, 
There  lift  your  hands  on  high ; 

And  let  your  songs  of  praise  ascend 
In  strains  of  sacred  joy. 

135  Part  I.     L.  M.  P.'s  Col 

Exhortation  to  praise  God. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  namfc, 
While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
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PSALMS. 

Ye  saints  that  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord !  the  Lord  is  good ; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ: 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 

His  Church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

135  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 
Your  sweetest  passions  raise  ; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ ; 

But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth,  and  sea  confess  his  hand; 
He  bids  the  vapors  rise  ; 

Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimed 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  shall  ne'er  be  named 
Where  our  Jehovah  's  known. 

5  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  holy  fear  ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honors  there. 

135  Part  III.     C.  M.  T.  &  B. 

Same  Subject. 

0  PRAISE  the  Lord  with  one  consent, 
And  magnify  his  name ; 
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PSALMS. 

Let  all  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
His  worthy  praise  proclaim. 

2  For  this  our  truest  interest  is, 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  to  sing ; 

And  with  loud  songs  to  bless  his  name, 
A  most  delightful  thing. 

3  That  God  is  great,  we  often  have 
By  glad  experience  found  ; 

And  seen  how  he,  with  wondrous  power, 
Above  all  gods  is  crowned. 

4  0  praise  the  Lord  with  one  consent, 
And  magnify  his  name  ; 

Let  all  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
His  worthy  praise  proclaim. 

136  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts 

Divine  Goodness  and  Compassion  celebrated. 

(^  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
X  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high: 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

3  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave  • 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown ; 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  mort 
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PSALMS. 

13(3  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord ; 
His  mercies  still  endure : 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
Heaven,  earth,  and  sea  he  framed  alone ; 

How  wide  is  his  command ! 

8  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin : 

He  felt  his  pity  move : 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in ! 

How  boundless  was  his  love ! 

4  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  woe ; 
His  goodness  never  fails ; 

From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe ; 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

5  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King ; 
His  mercies  still  endure : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

136  Paiit  III.     7s.  Milton 

Same  Subject. 

1ET  us,  with  a  joyful  mind, 
j  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
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PSALMS. 

3  All  things  living  lie  doth  feed : 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  hath  with  a  piteous  eye 
Looked  upon  our  misery  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  then,  with  joyful  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


137  Part  I.     10s.  Barlow 

Lamenting  the  Desolations  of  Zion. 

ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current 
flows, 
Our  captive  bands    in    deep    despondence 
,  strayed, 

While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose — 
Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the 
dead. 

1  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we 
strung, 
When  praise  employed  and  mirth  inspired 
the  lay, 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 
And  growing  grief  prolonged  the   tedious 
day. 

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PSALMS. 

3  Our  hard  oppressors,  to  increase  our  woe, 
With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim ; 

Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah's 
name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  un- 

known, 
Shall  Israel's  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raise? 
0  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise ; 

5  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame  ! 
My  hand  shall  perish,   and  my  voice  shall 
cease. 

137  Part  II.     L.  M.  T.  &  U. 

Same  Subject. 

"YTyHEN  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

VV      Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  streai  , 
We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps,  that,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 
Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 

With  silent  strings,  neglected,  hung  • 

On  willow  trees  that  withered  there. 

3  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 
Or  touch  our  harps  with  skilful  hands  ? 

Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 
Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  ? 

4  0  Salem,  our  once  happy  seat, 
When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove, 

Let.  then  my  trembling  hand  forget 
The  tuneful  strings  with  art  to  move. 
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PSALMS. 

5  If  I  to  mention  thee  forbear, 
Eternal  silence  seize  ray  tongue; 

Or  if  I  sing  one  cheerful  air 
Till  thy  deliverance  is  my  song. 

V 
L37  Part  ni-     s-  M-  DwianT. 

Love  to  the  Church. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  : 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall  ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 
I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 

Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Oar  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 
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PSALMS. 

138  L.  M.  WATTS. 

Praise  for  Divine  Protection. 

"TTTITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 

W     I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song : 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubies  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord; 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word: 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 

So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

139  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Omniscience  and  Omnipresence  of  God. 

LORD,    thou  hast   searched    and    seen    me 
through : 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  : 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break- 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 

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PSALMS. 

Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge  !  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


JL39  Part  II.     L.  M.  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

THOU,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known 
My  rising  up  and  lying  down : 
My  secret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
Known  long  before  conceived  by  me. 

2  Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  leave  thy  service,  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

3  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st,  enthroned  in  light; 
Or  sink  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 
'Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 

4  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  sable  wings  of  night, 

One  glance  from  thee,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

5  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes ; 
Through  midnight  shades  thou  find'st  thy  way 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day. 
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6  Search,  0  my  God,  my  thoughts  and  heart, 
If  mischief  lurks  in  any  part ; 
Correct  me,  where  I  go  astray, 
And  guide  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

X39  Part  III.     L.  M.  Watts, 

God  our  Creator  and  Preserver. 

^rpWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

J_    A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame : 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  shine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Great  God,  my  feeble  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise  : 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

3  These  on  my  heart  are  still  impressed ; 
With  these  I  give  mine  eyes  to  rest ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 

139  Part  IV.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Omniscience  and  Omnipresence  of  God. 

"N  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  formed  within; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 
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PSALMS. 

4  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

139  Part  V.     CM.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

LORD,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 
To  'scape  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

3  If,  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  west, 

Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4  If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 

The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

0  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  ! 
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PSALMS. 

139  Part  VI.     C.  M.  Watts. 

God  our  Creator  and  Preserver. 

TT^HEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand. 

VV      An(l  a^  my  frame  survey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work:   I  own  thy  hand 
That  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 
The  product  of  thy  skill ; 

And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  And  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
They  fill  me  with  surprise ; 

Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

4  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 

0  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee ! 

139  Part  VII.     C.  M.       Thompson. 

Same  Subject. 

JEHOVAH,  God,  thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see ; 
0  may  th  i  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee ! 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

Thy  hand  will  there  our  journey  lead, 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 
And  reaches  to  the  skies : 

Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies.     ■ 
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PSALMS. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 
Thy  hand,  0  God,  we  see ; 

And  all  the  blessings  we  receive 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 
On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 

In  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

140  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Divine  Protection  acknowledged  and  implored. 

JEHOVAH,  God  most  high, 
Thou  art  the  God  I  own: 
0  let  my  supplicating  cry 
Be  heard  before  thy  throne. 

2  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power 
Salvation  can  impart : 

Thy  shield,  in  every  dangerous  hour, 
Has  sheltered  o'er  my  heart. 

3  Do  thou  my  foes  repel, 
Their  dark  designs  restrain ; 

So  shall  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  vain. 

141  L.  M.  Watts. 

Daily  Devotion. 

MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thine  house, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 
235 


PSALMS. 

3  0  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite,  and  reprove  my  wandering  way ; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief; 

And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 


143  L.  M.  Watts 

Longing  for  spiritual  Light  and  Comfort. 

^Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad 

1  cry  for  succor  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  For  thee  I  pray,  for  thee  I  mourn ; 
When  wilt  thou,  gracious  Lord,  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove  ? 
Wilt  thou  for  ever  hide  thy  love  ? 

3  I  lift  my  hands  to  thee  again, 

And  thirst  like  parched  lands  for  rain ; 
0  let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice — 
So  shall  my  weary  soul  rejoice. 

4  My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope 

To  bear  my  sinking  spirit  up. 

5  Teach  me,  0  Lord,  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill: 
0  let  the  Spirit  of  thy'  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

236 


PSALMS. 

144  Part  I.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

FOR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
My  Saviour  and  my  shield ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He  makes  my  soul  his  care ; 

Instructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 
My  fainting  hope  shall  raise; 

He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

144  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts. 

God's  condescending  Goodness  to  Man. 

LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  first  ? 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hastening  to  the  dust. 

2  0  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  sinful  race, 

That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 

While  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love ! 

1.4=5  Part  *•     k.  M.  Watts. 

All  Praise  due  to  God. 


M 


Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
237 


PSALMS. 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble,  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 

New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

5  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds: 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways — 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise ! 

145  Part  II.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

LONG  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
My  King,  my  God  of  love : 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown : 
0  let  his  praise  be  great : 

I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  who  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 
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PSALMS 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  tell  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  The  world  is  governed  by  thy  hands. 
Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

145  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies; 

Through  all  the  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 
How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 

But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

4  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

1  45  Part  IV.     C.  M.    Mrs.  Stee£* 

Same  Subject. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  !  our  souls  adore  , 
We  wonder  while  we  praise : 
Thy  power,  0  God,  who  can  explore, 
Or  equal  honor  raise  ? 
289 


L 


PSALMS. 

2  How  large  thy  tender  mercies  are ! 
How  wide  thy  grace  extends ! 

On  thy  beneficence  and  care 
The  universe  depends. 

3  Thy  praise  shall  be  my  constant  theme; 
How  wondrous  is  thy  power! 

1  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

And  bid  the  world  adore. 

4  Thj'  name  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 
While  suns  shall  set  and  rise, 

And  tune  my  everlasting  song 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

145  Part  V.     C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 
ET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
j     Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  powerful  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 

Thy  liberal  hand  provides  (heir  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

3  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 

Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

4  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad  ; 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 

145  Part  VI.     CM.      Wransham 

Same  Subject. 

TO  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord, 
My  grateful  soul  I'll  rave; 
240 


PSAL.tfS. 

From  day  to  day  thy  works  record, 
And  ever  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thy  greatness  human  thought  exceeds; 
Thy  glory  knows  no  end ; 

The  lasting  record  of  thy  deeds 
Through  ages  shall  descend. 

3  Thy  wondrous  acts,  thy  power  and  might, 
My  constant  theme  shall  be  ; 

That  song  shall  be  my  soul's  delight, 
Which  breathes  in  praise  to  thee. 

4  The  Lord  is  bountiful  and  kind, 
His  anger  slow  to  move  ; 

All  shall  his  tender  mercies  find, 
And  all  his  goodness  prove. 

5  From  all  thy  works,  0  Lord,  shall  spring 
■(.he  sound  of  joy  and  praise  ; 

Thy  saints  shall  of  thy  glory  sing, 
And  show  the  world  thy  ways. 

6  Throughout  all  ages  shall  endure 
Thine  everlasting  reign ; 

Thy  high  dominion  firm  and  sure 
For  ever  shall  remain. 


14(3  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  Perfections  and  Providence. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord!  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
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PSALMS 

3  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 

He  saves  the  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  pool ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

4  He  loves  the  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  0  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

146  Part  II.     L.  P.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  How  blest  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  I  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  the  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

J  4?  C.  M.  *  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
242 


PSALMS. 

Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessing  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  each  revolving  year  ; 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 

The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow. 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word : 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

148  Part  I.     L.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord        [dwell: 
From  distant  worlds,  where  creature* 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 

Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
243 


L 


PSALMS. 

3  Jehovah! — 'tis  a  glorious  word! 
0  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ! 

But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

4  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord : 

From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord! 

148  Part  II.     S.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject. 

ET  every  creature  join 
Lj     To  praise  th'  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon,  with  paler  rays  ; 

Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 
And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame : 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  By  all  his  works  above, 
His  honors  be  expressed  ; 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

]48  Pabt  III.     C.  P.  M.        Ogilvie 

Same  Subject. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name  : 
244 


PSALMS. 

Lo  !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God  ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power : 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  fiery  wing 
In  triumph  walks  th'  eternal  King : 

Th'  astonished  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies ; 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing: 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
Till  heaven  shall  echo  back  the  sound 

In  songs  of  holy  joy. 


148  Part  IV.     H.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  God. 

"VTE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
X      With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
245 


PSALMS. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 

Or  in  swift  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above ; 

He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love: 
While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honors  high. 

148  Part  V.     8s.  &  7s.    Dublin  Col 

Same  Subject. 

PRAISE  the  Lord!  ye  heavens,  adore  him  ; 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height : 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

8  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious ; 
Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
246 


PSALMS. 

God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

Hallelujah,  Amen 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name  ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 


149  C.  M.  Watts. 

Same  Subject 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  songs  be  new ; 
Amidst  the  Church,  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  show. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  sing, 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 
Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  ; 

The  meek,  who  lie  despised  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  shall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 
E'en  on  a  dying-bed, 

And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  When  Christ  his  judgment-seat  ascends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 

Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  loved  him  he  ^e. 

247 


PSALMS. 

150  Part  I.     L.  M  T.  &  B 

Same  Subject. 

0  PRAISE  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place 
From  whence  his  goodness  largely  flows : 
Praise  him  in  heaven,  where  he  his  face 
Unveiled  in  perfect  glory  shows. 

2  Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts 
Which  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done ; 

His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praise  should  equal  run. 

3  Let  all  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 
The  breath  he  doth  to  them  afford 

In  just  returns  of  praise  employ : 
Let  every  creature  praise  the  Lord. 

150  Part  II.     L.  M.    Mrs.  Steele. 

Same  Subject. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  let  praise  employ, 
In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy : 
The  spacious  firmament  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Recount  his  works  in  strains  divine ; 

His  wondrous  works,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
Praise  him  for  all  his  mighty  deeds, 
Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3  Awake  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
To  spread  your  sacred  pleasure  round ; 
Awake  each  voice,  and  strike  each  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing. 

4  Let  all  whom  life  and  breath  inspire 
Attend,  and  join  the  blissful  choir; 
But  chiefly  ye  who  know  his  word, 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

248 


PSALMS. 

150  Part  III.     C.  M.  Watts 

Same  Subject. 

IN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise  «* 
His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 
While  you  rehearse  his  deeds ; 

But  still  the  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blest , 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 

150  Part  IV.     6s.  &  4s.  Goode. 

Same  Subject. 

PRAISE  ye  Jehovah  's  name, 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim, 
Rise  and  adore  : 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 
Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame  : 
There  let  the  harp  be  found ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound. 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  his. name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string  ; 

Sweet  the  accord : 
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PSALMS. 

He  vital  breath  bestows ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose — 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

1<50  Pabt  V.     7s.         Wranoham 

Same  Subject. 

PTIAISE  the  Lord,  his  glory  bless ; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness  ; 
Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires, 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around ; 
Let  the  harp  unite  in  praise 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 
In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

X50  Part  VI.     7s.  Merrick. 

Same  Subject. 

PRAISE,  0  praise  the  name  Divine, 
Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine ; 
Let  the  firmament  on  higli 
To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 
In  his  praise  that  breath  employ; 
Heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join; 
Praise,  0  praise  the  name  Divine. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


CONTENTS 


Cue  Holy  Scriptures 253-258 

Existence  and  Attributes  of  God 258-275 

Providence  and  Government  of  God 275-286 

Fall  and  helpless  Condition  of  Man 286-290 

The  Gospel 291-303 

Christ 303-324 

Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ,  324-335 ;  Re- 
surrection and  Ascension  of  Christ.  335-356  ; 
Love,  Glory,  and  Excellence  of  Christ  cele- 
brated. 356-372;  Christ  in  various  relations, 
372-384. 

The  Cross ,584-387 

The  Holy  Spirit 387-405 

Warnings  and  Invitations  of  the  Gospel 405-433 

Conviction  and  Confession 433-445 

Christian  Graces 4-16-494 

The  Christian  viewed  in  various  Relations  and 

Circumstances 494-527 

Institutions  of  the  Gospel: 
The  Church,  527-531;  Baptism,  531-536;  The 
Lord's  Supper,  536-544;  The  Christian  Sab- 
bath, 544-553 ;  Public  Worship.  553-568 ;  Pri- 
vate and  Family  Worship,  569-582;  The  Min- 
istry, 582-591;  Universal  Diffusion  of  the 
Gospel,  591-615. 
Various  Topics: 

Prayer,  616--628;  Retirement  and  Meditation, 
628-632  ;  Security  of  the  Righteous,  632-634; 
Encouragement,  634-636;  Scripture  Models, 
637,  638 ;  Youth  admonished  and  instructed, 
638-640;  Vanitv  of  Earth,  641-644;  Flight  of 
Time,  644-651;  Death,  651-668;  Resurrection 
and  Judgment,  668-679;  Heaven,  680-694. 

Various  Occasions 694-699 

Miscellaneous 700-735 

Uoxoloqies  '. 736-738 

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HYMNS. 


X  C.  M.  Evang.  Mao. 

Revelation  welcomed. 

HAIL,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  rays 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 
Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 

Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  0  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 
In  all  their  radiant  blaze ; 

And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

2  L.  M.  Watts. 

Divine  Authority  of  the  Bible. 

*  npWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 

JL    The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 
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3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind: 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 


C.  M.  CowiBfc 

The  Bible  the  Light  of  the  World. 

XY^HAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

VV      Majestic,  like  the  sun! 

It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat : 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 
For  such  a  bright  display 

As  makes  the  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I  love, 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

C.  M.  Winciiell  Coi. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
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3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

C.  M.  Steele. 

The  Bible  suited  to  the  Wants  of  Mankind, 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find ; 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 
To  cheer  the  fainting  mind : 

And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound  ! 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight ; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

0  C.  ML  Watts. 

OPPRESSED  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  come  to  thee,  my  Lord ; 
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While  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  holy  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  dispel ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 

And  learn  to  do  his  will. 

Z  Here  living  water  freely  flows, 

To  cleanse  me  from  my  sin ; 
'Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  0  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 

That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

L.  M.        Maxwell's  Col. 

Delight  in  the  Scriptures. 

I  LOVE  the  sacred  book  of  God ; 
No  other  can  its  place  supply : 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode, 

And  lifts  my  joyful  thoughts  on  high. 

2  Blest  book !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 
The  image  of  my  absent  Lord : 

From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  But  while  I  'm  here,  thou  shalt  supply 
His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love  : 

I  '11  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  thus  partake  of  joys  above. 


G 


C.  M.  Watts. 

HEAT  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
On  all  thy  works  I  look; 
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THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid ; 
Here  my  best  comfort  lies ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law ; 
Show  what  my  faults  have  been  ; 

And  from  thy  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 


Q  L.  M.  HlGINBOTHAM 

"VTOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King, 
_1\|    To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow, 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There  what  delightful  truths  I  read ! 
There  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed  : 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 

And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  0  let  my  song 
Through  endless  years  thy  praise  prolong* 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 
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10  7s. 

Holy  Bible  I  Book  divine  I 

HOLY  Bible  !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  I 
•Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love : 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom : 
0  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 


<£xt£tetu£  anfc  SUtrifiufce*  of  (Ko&. 

W_  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele, 

Existence  of  God  manifest  from  his  Works. 

rpHERE  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 
X      Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies  : 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks 
When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame 

Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 
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3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God ; 
Bow  down  before  him,  and  adore. 

1  3  L.  M. 

^JATURE  with  solemn  accent  cries, 
\    There  is  a  God  that  built  the  skies, 
That  formed  the  earth  and  spread  the  flood ; 
A  self-existent,  mighty  God. 

2  Creation's  wonders,  vast  and  bright, 
Proclaim  their  Maker  infinite  ; 

Her  bounties  show  to  every  eye 
The  goodness  of  the  Deity. 

3  But  when  we  view  each  precious  line 
Within  the  gospel  all  divine, 

Justice  and  mercy  there  we  trace, 
Eternal  truth,  transcendent  grace. 

4  Thanks  for  the  light  of  nature  given, 
Thanks  for  the  surer  guide  to  heaven ; 
For  all  the  treasures  of  thy  word 

We  praise  the  great  creation's  Lord. 

13  C.  M.  '  Watts 

Eternity  of  God. 

GREAT  God,  how  infinite  art  thou ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praisfe  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
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3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  present  in  thy  view : 

To  thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears ; 
Great  God,  there  's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  draw  n 
And  vexed  with  trilling  cares, 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 

Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

14  C.  M.  Watts 

RISE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground  : 
Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  rouse  up  every  tuneful  sound, 
To  praise  the  eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 
Jehovah  filled  his  throne  ; 

Or  Adam  formed,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  lived  alone. 

3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 
But  still  maintain  their  prime ; 

Eternity  's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

\  Wrhile  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  present  and  the  past, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 

And  sees  our  ages  waste. 

5  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 

And  vast  destruction  come : 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow, 

And  wait  the  fiery  doom. 
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GOD. 

6  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away, 
And  flames  melt  down  the  skies ; 

My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 


1  5  C.  M.  Epis,  Col 

God  the  Creator. 

G\  REAT  first  of  beings !  mighty  Lord 
J"     Of  all  this  wondrous  frame  ! 
Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command, 
'Twas  instantly  obeyed; 

And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3  Lord,  for  thy  glory  shine  the  whole ; 
They  all  reflect  thy  light : 

For  this  in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this  the  earth  its  produce  yields, 
For  this  the  waters  flow ; 

And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

5  Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 
This  wise  and  noble  end, 

That  all  we  think  and  all  we  do 
Shall  to  thy  glory  tend. 

]_6  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
.In  all  his  works  appears; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 
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2  How  excellent,  0  Lord,  thy  name, 
In  all  creation's  lines  ! 

Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines 

3  Millions  before  thy  presence  stand, 
Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 

Fulness  of  joy  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  pleasures  evermore. 

17  L.  M.  Watts 

"ATATURE,  with  all  her  powers,  shall  sing 
]y\    Her  great  Creator  and  her  King : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies,  nor  seas 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2  Ye  seraphs,  who  sit  near  his  throne, 
Begin  to  make  his  glories  known ; 

Tune  high  your  harps,  and  spread  the  sound 
Throughout  creation's  utmost  bound. 

3  0  may  our  ardent  zeal  employ 

Our  loftiest  thoughts  and  loudest  songs ; 
Let  there  be  sung,  with  warmest  joy, 
Hosanna  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

4  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name : 
The  highest  notes  that  angels  raise 
Fall  far  below  thy  glorious  praise. 

IB  S.  M.  Watts 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 
Thy  glories,  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  all  creation's  frame! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 
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And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Her  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
Her  great  Creator  too  : 

I  would  adore  th'  eternal  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 

And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

19  L.  M.  Meth.  Cgl. 
God  self-existent  and  immutable. 

ALL-POWERFUL,  self-existent  God, 
Who  all  creation  dost  sustain, 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign. 

2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 
Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 

Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 

3  Fountain  of  being!   Source  of  good! 
Immutable  dost  thou  remain  ; 

Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Earth  may  with  all  her  powers  dissolve, 
If  such  the  great  Creator's  will ; 

Bat  thou  for  ever  art  the  same ; 
"  I  AM"  is  thy  memorial  still, 

20  0.  M.  Scctt 

God  almighty  and  omnipresent. 

GREAT  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 
Pervades  my  inmost  powers : 
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With  awe  profound  my  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate,  and  adores. 

2  To  be  encompassed  round  with  God, 

The  holy  and  the  just, 
Armed  with  omnipotence  to  save, 

Or  crumble  me  to  dust — 

o  O,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought ! 

Deep  may  it  be  impressed ! 
And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 

This  truth  within  my  breast  ! 

4  Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 
The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread; 

And  thou  wilt  bind  th'  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 


21  C.  M.  Turner. 

^V  T  THERE'ER,  through  all  his  works,  we  send 

\  V       Our  roving  eyes  abroad, 
The  various  objects  all  conspire 
To  lead  our  souls  to  God — 

2  That  God  whose  word  all  nature  formed, 
Whose  eye  all  nature  sees ; 

Whose  hand  all  nature  rules,  sustains, 
Or  crushes,  as  he  please ; 

3  Before  whose  high  and  dazzling  throne 
Myriads  of  angels  bow  ; 

Whose  smile  is  everlasting  bliss, 
Whose  frown  is  endless  woe. 

4  Low  at  his  feet,  then,  0  my  soul, 
In  prostrate  homage  fall ; 

Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  trus% 
Thy  joy,  thy  God,  thy  all. 
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22  '  CM.  Watts 

God  searching  the  Heart. 

(s\  OD  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise ; 
X     He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  Tain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear  : 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 

Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

8  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies  ; 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 

Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there. 

23  L.  M.  Needham 
Wisdom  and  Knowledge  of  God. 

AWAKE,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge  !  how  profound ! 

A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned  ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
Ue  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold : 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 
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4  But  in  redemption,  0  what  grace ! 
Its  wonders,  0  what  thought  can  trace  ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright? 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight 


24  C.  M.  Luth.  Cul 

Goodness  of  God  seen  in  his  Works. 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good ! 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise : 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 
Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view ; 

And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 
Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 

And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 
With  countless  beauties  shine ; 

The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  Great  nature's  God  !  still  may  these  sceues 
Our  serious  hours  engage  ! 

Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page  ! 

6  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  varied  love  we  see, 

0  may  our  hearts,  great  God,  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee ! 
2GG 


GOD. 

Q5  C.  M. 

GOD,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 
Looks  down  upon  the  spheres  • 
Yet,  in  his  providence  and  grace, 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens ;  the  mountains 
A  highway  for  our  God :  [stani 

He  walks  amid  the  desert  land ; 
'Tis  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 
Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 

In  every  breeze  his  Spirit  blows, 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

4  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 
Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 

That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

5  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 
Where  sin  and  death  abound, 

How  beautiful,  beyond  compare, 
Will  paradise  be  found ! 

26  s-  M-  Mrs-  Steels. 

God  our  Creator  and  Benefactor. 

MY  Maker  and  my  King, 
To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind ! 

A  thousand  reasons  move, 
A  thousand  obligations  bind 

My  heart  to  grateful  love. 
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HYMNS. 

3  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 
On  thee  alone  I  live : 

My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  I  can  give. 

4  Lord,  what  can  I  impart, 
When  all  is  thine  before  ? 

Thy  love  demands  a  thankful  heart; 
The  gift,  alas  !  how  poor  ! 

5  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  ? 
And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 

Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

6  0  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 

Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 

And  all  my  days  be  thine.     ■ 

97  L.  M.  Scott 

THIS  frame,  0  God,  these  noble  powers, 
To  thy  creating  hand  I  owe ; 
Thy  providence  preserves  me  safe, 
And  crowns  my  every  wish  below. 

2  Oft  in  the  visions  of  the  night 

My  thoughts  o'er  all  thy  mercies  rove ; 
And' every  midnight  wakeful  hour 
I  trace  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 

3  The  pleasing,  unexhausted  theme 
Each  rising  morn  my  soul  pursues, 

In  fervent  prayer  ascends  to  thee, 
And  still  her  grateful  song  renews. 

4  Thy  mercies.  Lord,  through  endless  years, 
Shall  all  my  raptured  powers  employ  ; 

Yet  endless  years  will  only  swell 
My  wonder,  gratitude,  and  joy. 
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GOD. 

Q8  C*  M.  Steelb 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  eare 
In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  well-beloved  Son, 
To  save  our  souls  from  sin ; 

'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
And  proves  it  all  divine. 

4  To  this  sure  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
And  here  our  hope  relies  ; 

A  safe  defense,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  raise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds  with  kind  regard 
The  souls  who  trust  in  thee ; 

Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love 
What  honors  shall  we  raise ! 

Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


39  '  CM.  Gibbons 

THY  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess , 
Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore  ! 
269 


HYMNS. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  thy  love  declare 

In  every  golden  ray ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

S  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields  ; 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 

With  strengthening  grain  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 
Is  in  the  gospel  seen ; 

There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  There  paraon,  peace,  and  holy  joy 
Through  Jesus'  name  are  given ; 

He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high, 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

30  C.  M.  Addison 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
270 


GOD 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A  joyful  song  I  '11  raise  ; 

But  0  !   eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 

31  C.  M.  Steele. 

ETERNAL  Power,  almighty  God  ! 
Who  can  approach  thy  throne  ? 
Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 
To  angel  eyes  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 
The  heavens  mo  longer  shine  ; 

And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  cast  a  look  below  ? 

To  this  vile  world  thy  notice  bend, 

These  seats  of  sin  and  woe  ? 
.  4  How  strange  !  how  wondrous  is  thy  love ! 

With  trembling  we  adore : 
Not  all  th'  exalted  minds  above 

Its  wonders  can  explore. 
5  While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 

To  rise  and  speak  thy  praise. 

32  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

God  is  Love. 

A   MID  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 
j\_     0  God,  thy  love  appears, 
271 


HYMNS. 

Soft  as  the  radiance  of  the  moon 
Among  a  thousand  stars. 

2  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 
Thy  counsels  and  designs, 

In  every  work  thy  hands  have  framed, 
Thy  love  supremely  shines. 

3  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
Thunders  thine  awful  name ; 

But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  Angels  and  men,  the  news  proclaim 
Through  earth  and  heaven  above, 

And  all  with  holy  transport  sing 
That  God  the  Lord  is  love. 

33  C.   M.  BURDER 

COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  lift  your  souls  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 

While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears 
To  show  that  God  is  love. 

3  Behold,  his  loving-kindness  waits 
For  those  who  from  him  rove, 

And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them  God  is. love. 

4  And  0  that  you  whose  hardened  h earls 
No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 

May  hear  the  gospel's  milder  voice, 
That  tells  you  God  is  love. 

5  0  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 
This  best  of  blessings  prove, 

Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that,  God  is  love. 
27'2 


oon. 
34  L.  M 

LORD,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 
The  object  of  thy  boundless  love? 
Say,  why  should  he  so  largely  share 
Thy  favor  and  thy  tender  care  ? 

2  While  these  my  lips  draw  vital  breath 
Or  till  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  wondrous  love, 
Nor  thoughtless  of  thy  kindness  prove. 

3  Beneath  thy  shadowing  wings'  defence 
I'll  place  my  only  confidence  : 

In  every  danger  and  distress, 
To  thee  will  I  my  prayer  address. 

4  Should  all  my  hopes  on  earth  be  lost, 
In  thee  I  '11  make  my  constant  boast : 
I'll  spread  the  glories  of  thy  name, 
And  thy  unbounded  love  proclaim. 


35  H.  ML  Doddridge 

Faithfulness  of  God. 

THE  promises  I  sing, 
Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke  ; 
Nor  will  th'  eternal  King 
His  words  of  grace  revoke  : 
They  stand  secure 
And  steadfast  still ; 
Not  Zion's  hill 
Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away 
When  once  the  Judge  appears ; 

And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
That  measure  mortal  years ; 

.    18  273 


HYMNS. 

But  still  the  same. 

In  radiant  lines, 

The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame. 

3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 
Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 
And  dissipate  the  spheres ; 
'Midst  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 
I  stand  serene, 
Thy  word  my  rock. 

36  C.  M.  Mont.  Col 

FAITHFUL,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are ; 
A  rock  that  cannot  move : 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

2  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns. 

It  stands  for  ever  sure  ; 
And  while  thy  truth,  0  God,  remains, 

Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 

37  C.  M.  Nekihiavj 
Holiness  of  God. 

HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King , 
11  Thrice  holy  Lord,"  the  angels  cry  — 
"  Thrice  holy,"  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  CS)d  : 
Lift, 'with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart 

To  his  sublime  abode. 
•27; 


GOD. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  : 

A  contrite  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God !  preserve  my  soul 
From  all  pollution  free  : 

The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 


^rofcitetuje  an&  (Oxofornmntt  a£  (Soft. 

38  C.  M.  Cowper. 

Purposes  of  God  developed  by  his  Providence. 

(1  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
X     His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take , 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
With  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
275 


HYMNS. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour ; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

'89  CM.  Fawcett 

The  Mijstcries  of  Providence. 

rpHY  way,  0  Lord,  is  in  the  sea ; 
1_      Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will ; 
I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 

When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 

3  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace, 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

40  C.  M.  H.  K.  White 

Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  God. 

H^HE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 
X_      The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  t\\Q,  shore. 
276 


GOD 

8  Howl,  winds  of  night;  your  force  combine: 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 

Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 
In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 

He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

41  L.  M.  Watts, 

Angels  the  Ministers  of  God. 

HIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
The  King  of  glory  spreads  his  seat, 
And  hosts  of  angels,  stretched  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  Are  they  not  all  thy  servants,  Lord  ? 

At  thy  command  they  go  and  come ; 
With  cheerful  haste  obey  thy  word, 

And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

42  C.  M. 

Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. 

TSING  the  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  by  day  ; 
The  moon,  that  shines  at  his  command, 

While  all  the  stars  obey. 

277 


HYMNS. 

8  J  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 

Re  formed  the  creatures  by  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow 
By  orders  from  thy  throne. 

5  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee 
Are  subject  to  thy  care ; 

There  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

6  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 
He  keeps  me  with  his  eye ; 

Why  should  I,  then,  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 

4k3  k.  M.  Blacklock. 

Majesty  and  Dominion  of  God. 

COME,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise ; 
But  0,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines  : 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 

278 


GOD. 
4.4.  L.  M.  Steele. 

HPHE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 
JL      In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed ; 
His  rule  Omnipotence  sustains, 
And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made 

2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
Thy  awful  throne  was  fixed  above ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise, 
Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar, 

Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 

And  foam,  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  on  high, 
Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas  ; 

He  speaks,  and  noise  and  tempest  fly; 
The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 

5  Tby  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure, 
Eternal  holiness  is  thine  ; 

And,  Lord,  thy  people  shall  be  pure, 
And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

4:5  k.  M.  •  Watts 

Perfections  of  God  combined  in  his  Government, 

JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 

His  justice  guards  his  holy  law ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 
279 


HYMNS. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs : 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels'  join : 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

46  k.  M.  Whitefield. 

Mysteries  of  Providence. 

LORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways ! 
How  blind  are  we,  how  weak  our  praise ! 
Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore : 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Great  God,  I  would  not  ask  to  see 
What  future  lot  belongs  to  me : 
If  light  and  bliss  my  days  attend, 
I  '11  praise  thy  mercy  to  the  end. 

8  If  darkness  and  distress  I  share, 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care ; 
Enough  for  me  if  love  divine 
At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

4  One  thing  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
And  'tis  my  choicest  wish  below — 
"  That  Christ  is  mine  :"  grant  this  request, 
My  gracious  God,  and  I  am  blest. 

47  S.  M.  Waits 
God  all  in  all. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call: 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
280 


GOD. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell. 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford, 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

7  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 
With  infinite  desire  ; 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jesus, 'raise  me  higher. 

L8  C.  M.  Watts 

MY  God,  ray  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all, 

1  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  though  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 
Pours  forth  his  floods  of  light : 

'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon  : 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 
281 


HYMNS. 

3  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
Our  health  and  safe  abode : 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things ; 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 
If  once  compared  with  thee ! 

Or  what 's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  called  the  stars  my  own, 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


4.9  6s.  &  4s.         Dobell's  Col 

The  Trinity. 

COME,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise : 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  Days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

Now  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed — 

Lord,  hear  our  call! 
282 


GOD. 

8  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless ; 
Come,  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore ! 

50  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

FATHER  of  glory,  to  thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 
Who  makes  thine  anger  cease; 

Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thy  almighty  Spirit  be 
Immortal  glory  given, 

Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  beaven. 

283, 


II  VMM  b. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice. 
Adore  th;  eternal  God, 

And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join 
One  general  song  to  raise : 

Let  saints,  in  earth  and  heaven,  combine 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

51  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Address  to  the  Trinity. 

]  RATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
J    A  ransom  for  our  souls  has  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah,  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life  to  us  extend. 

52  L.  M.  Spra.tt 

The  Trinity  incomprehensible. 

WHAT  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  tofl7 
Can  fathom  the  Eternal  mind? 
Or  who  th'  almighty  Three  in  One, 
By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 
284 


GOD. 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise 
Harmonious  their  adoring  songs ; 

Their  laboring  thoughts  sink  down  oppressed, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  wonld  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 
A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing ; 

And  mingling^with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble*  grateful  tribute,  bring. 

53  C.  M.  Watts 

HOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
Must  our  Creator  be, 
Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
Of  an  eternal  day ! 

2  Our  soaring  spirits  upward  rise 
Toward  his  celestial  throne  ; 

Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 
And  mounts  above  the  skies ; 

But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grovelling  reason  lies  ! 

4  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls. 
And  awfully  adore ; 

Thy  power  we  feel,  thy  glory  see, 
Thy  mercy  we  implore. 

5  With  humble  notes  we  raise  the  song 
To  heaven's  almighty  King, 

While  angels  tune  their  nobler  powers, 
And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 

54  C.  M.  Watts. 

Address  to  the  Trinity. 

LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thv  grace ; 

285 


HYMNS. 

But  our  loud  song  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  0  God,  to  thee, 
And  send  them  to  thy  throne : 

All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One ! 

3  'Twas  he — arfid  we'll  adore  his  name- 
Who  formed  us  by  a  word ; 

'T  was  he  restored  our  ruined  frame  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 


jFall  au&  &rt$hss  Contrition  o£  £&an. 

55  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Man  helpless. 

GOD'S  holy  law,  transgressed, 
Speaks  nothing  but  despair  ; 
Burdened  with  guilt,  with  grief  oppressed, 
We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2  Not  all  our  groans  and  tears, 
Nor  works  which  we  have  done, 

Nor  vows,  nor  promises,  nor  prayers, 
Can  e'er  for  sin  atone. 

3  Relief  alone  is  found 

In  Jesus'  precious  blood : 
286 


MAN  S    FALL 

'T  is  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound, 
Aud  reconciles  to  God. 

4  High  lifted  on  the  cross, 

The  spotless  victim  dies  : 
This  is  salvation's  only  source — 

Hence  all  our  hopes  arise. 

56  S.  M.  Epis.  Col    * 

Man  guilty. 

AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark 
With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 

Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God, 
Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 

Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 

None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

57  S.  M.  Watts 

HOW  heavy  is  the  night 
That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 

287 


HYMNS. 

Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light. 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven ; 
But,  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways : 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  souls  in  vain ; 

He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  th'  accursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways 
To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 

Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thy  atoning  blood. 


58  C.  M.  Waftl 

Man  depraved. 

(A  RE  AT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace, 
X     We  own,  with  humble  shame, 
How  vile  is  our  degenerate  race, 
And  our  first  father's  name. 

2  We  live  estranged,  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well ; 
With  haste  we  run  the  dangerous  road 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

J  And  can  such  rebels  be  restored, 

Such  natures  made  divine? 
Let  sinners  see  thy  glory,  Lord, 

And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 


MAN  S    FALL. 

4  We  raise  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  sends, 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 

And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

59  C.  M.  WATTf 

Total  Depravity. 

SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood : 
The  only  balm  is  sovereign  grace, 
And  the  physician  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death ; 

But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 
The  passions  burn  and  rage, 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

(30  C.  M.  Steele 

Death  in  Trespasses  and  Sins. 

HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  her  load  ! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 

'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes; 
19  289 


HYMN  6. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine  ; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


(31  L.  M.  Doddridge, 

Grief  for  the  Sins  and  Miseries  of  Men. 

ARISE,  my  tender  thoughts,  arise  ; 
Let  torrents  drown  my  weeping  eyes ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  beings  sunk  in  shame ; 
See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus'  name ; 
See  God  insulted  through  his  Son, 
The  world  abused,  the  soul  undone. 

3  My  heart  with  reverence 'hears  thy  word, 
And  trembles  at  thy  threatenings,  Lord : 

I  know  the  wretched,  dreadful  end 
To  which  their  careless  steps  descend. 

4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves ; 
It  can  but  weep,  where  most  it  loves : 
Great  God,  thy  saving  grace  employ, 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

290 


THE    GOSPEL. 

®5*  (Koaptt. 
q%  c.  M.  Sl**m 

Our  Deliverance. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
"Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 

He  saw,  and — 0,  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break, 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

83  C.  M.  Watts 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains ! 
And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  lark  !  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word — 

11  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 
291 


HYMNS. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief ; 

1  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ; 

0  help  my  unbelief. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

64  L.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

ALL-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ! 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view ! 

2  Once  we  were  fallen — 0  how  low ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe ; 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, 

3  Scattered  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light. 

By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverished  and  undone ! 

4  He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours ; 

Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

(35  L.  M.  Watts 

BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 
292 


THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing  "the  Lord  our  righteousness." 

(36  -    L.  M.  WArrs 

DEEP  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own 
Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  sprang  our  nature  and  our  shame. 

2  But  while  our  spirits,  filled  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terror  of  thy  law, 

We  sing  the  honors  of  that  love 
That  sent  salvation  from  above. 

3  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  joined  our  nature  to  his  own ; 
Adam  the  second  from  the  dust 
Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 

4  Where  sin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Immortal  life  and  matchless  grace, 
Through  the  Redeemer  of  our  race. 

67  C.  M.  Watts. 

BACKWARD  we  look  with  grief  and  shame 
On  our  original ; 
On  all  the  race  what  ruin  came 
Through  our  first  father's  fall ! 

2  What  dreadful  darkness  veils  the  mind ! 
How  obstinate  the  will ! 

To  all  that's  good  averse  and  blind, 
And  prone  to  all  that's  ill. 

3  What  mortal  power  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 

Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring  ? 
293 


HYMNS. 

4  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make  us  pure  "within  : 

Christ  and  his  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 

5  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 
Salvation  to  our  race  ; 

He  saves  by  new-creating  power, 
Through  free  and  sovereign  grace. 

68  s- M-  WAttM 

God's  Purpose  of  Mercy. 

THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
His  Godhead  from  his  throne ; 
Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  he  will  be  known. 

2  Ye  dying  souls  that  sit 
In  darkness  and  distress, 

Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  his  recovering  grace. 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own 

Their  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
In  thee,  0  Lord,  alone. 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 
And  see  their  guilt  forgiven ; 

Thou  wilt  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 

(3Q  L.  M.  Watts 

NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  naming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 
294 


THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 

He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word ; 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live ; 

A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

70  C.  M.  Watts 

COME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  new,  melodious  songs  ; 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
'   The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 
That  pitied  dying  men, 

The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  armed 
With  a  revenging  rod  ; 

No  hard  commission  to  perform — 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 

When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  come  and  heal  your  wounds : 
Come,  wipe  your  sorrows  dry ; 

Come,  trust  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise 
295 


HYMNS. 

71  S.  M.  Watts. 

T)  AISE  your  triumphant  soug$ 
XXj     To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruined  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears ; 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

72  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Gospel  hailed. 

Q ALVATION  !— 0  the  joyful  sound  I 
^5     'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
296 


THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation! — let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

73  L.  M.  Watts 

The  Object  of  the  Gospel. 

THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind ; 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live : 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

74  L.  M.  Beddome 

The  Gospel  originating  in  Sovereign  Mercy 

GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known : 
Here  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 
297 


HYMNS. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  wav 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  0  grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word ; 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

75  C.  M.  Watts 

Salvation  by  Grace. 

LORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 
How  great  our  guilt  has  been ; 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  0  my  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
For  ever  love  his  name 

Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 
Which  our  own  hafrds  have  done, 

But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin : 

'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 
Who  hung  upon  t lie  tree, 

The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 
298 


THE    GOSPEL. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  see  our  Father's  face. 


76  S.  M.  Doddrilgr 

GRACE  ! — 'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear : 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  its  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

77  C.  M.  Newtof 

Triumphant  Grace. 

A   MAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
j_\_     That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed! 
290 


HYMNS. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 

'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures ; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

6  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
[  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 

Will  be  for  ever  mine. 


78  L.  M. 

The  GospeVs  joyful  Sound. 

C10ME,  dearest  Lord,  who  reign'st  above, 
J  And  draw  me  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 
And  while  the  gospel  does  abound, 
0  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound  ! 

2  Sweet  are  the  tidings,  free  the  grace, 
It  brings  to  our  apostate  race  ; 

It  spreads  a  heavenly  light  around : 
"0  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound!" 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  sin-sick  soul 
Look  up  to  Jesus  and  be  whole ; 

In  him  are  peace  and  pardon  found: 
"0  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound!" 

4  It  stems  the  tide  of  swelling  grief, 
Affords  the  needy  sure  relief: 

300 


THE    GOSPEL. 

Releases  those  by  Satan  bound: 
"0  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound !"" 

79  S.  M.  Watts, 

The  Laiv  and  the  Gospel. 

THE  law  by  Moses  came, 
But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name-, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amid  the  house  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done ; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood — 
Christ,  a  beloved  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  strict  obedience  paid; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  that  durst  despise 
The  law  that  Moses  brought, 

Behold  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault ! 

5  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race 

Who  hear  not  when  the  Saviour  calls, 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

80  L-  M-  Watts 

The  Law  and  Gospel  contrasted. 

THE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe ; 
But  't  is  the  gospel  must  reveal 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will 
301 


HYMNS. 

-  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 
-/id  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been: 
Only  the  gospel  can  express 
forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 

3  What  curses  does  the  law  denounce 
Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ! 
But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 
Pardoning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law : 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives : 

The  man  that  trusts  the  promise  lives. 


81  S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Law  and  Gospel  joined  in  Scripture. 

THE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  of  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
And  smiling  from  above 

Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
The  epistles  of  his  love. 

3  These  sacred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  just  commands  ; 

The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  We  read  the  heavenly  word, 
We  take  the  offered  grace, 

Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promises. 
302 


CHRIST. 

gQ  H.  M.  Doddridgs 

Effects  of  the  Gospel. 

MARK  the  soft  falling  snow 
And  the  descending  rain : 
To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 

It  turns  not  back  again, 
But  waters  earth  through  every  pore, 
And  calls  forth  all  her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauties  green, 
The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 

And  man  and  beast  are  fed 

By  providence  divine : 
The  harvest  bows  its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed  of  future  years. 

3  So,  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
My  gospel  shall  descend, 

Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend : 
Millions  of  souls  shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down  to  millions  more. 


\S  L-  M.  Dobell's  Col 

Nativity  of  the  Saviour. 

~\T  ^AKE,  0  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn, 

V  V     For  unto  us  a  Saviour  's  born : 
See  how  the  angels  wing  their  way 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day ! 
303 


HYMNS. 

2  Hark  !  what  sweet  music !  what  a  song 
Sounds  from  the  bright,  celestial  throng ! 
Sweet  song,  whose  melting  sounds  impart 
Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heart. 

3  Come,  join  the  angels  in  the  sky ; 
Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  on  high  ; 
Let  peace  and  love  on  earth  abound 
While  time  revolves  and  years  roll  round. 


84=  ~s-  C.  Weslei 

HARK !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
''Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled!" 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

1  Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
See  the  great  Immanuel  here. 

5  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  Jie  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
304 


CHRIST. 

85  8s.  &  7s.  Cawoop, 

HARK !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story ; 
Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 

" Glory  in  the  highest — glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found." 

"Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven" — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  : 

0  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 
Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy, 

Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high! 

86  S.  M.  Watts 

BEHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
The  blessing  promised  long  : 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near 
In  this  triumphant  song : 

2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth; 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth !" 

3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  men  employ  their  tongues ; 
20  305 


HYMNS. 

With  the  celestial  host  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs — 

4  "Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 

Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth  I" 

87  C.  M.  Goss's  Col 

HIGH  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  n.otes, 
And  join  th'  angelic  throng; 
For  angels  no  such  love  have  known, 
To  wake  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 

For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heaven. 

3  Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 
His  rising  beams  adorn : 

Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join — 
To  us  a  Saviour  's  born. 

4  Glory  to  God,  in  highest  strains, 
In  highest  words  be  paid  ; 

His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaimed, 
And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

88  S.  M. 

TT^E  come  with  joyful  song 
V\       To  hail  this  happy  morn.: 
Glad  tidings  from  an  angel's  tongue, 
"  This  day  is  Jesus  born  !" 

2  What  transports  doth  his  name 

To  sinful  men  afford  ! 
His  glorious  titles  we  proclaim — 

A  Saviour,  Christ  the  Lord! 
306 


CHRIST. 

3  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

All  hail  the  happy  morn  ! 
We  join  the  anthems  of  the  sky, 

And  sing,  "  The  Saviour 's  born  !" 

h^9  C.  M.  Medlei 

MORTALS,  awake!  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  rolled ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new; 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
The  heavenly  tidings  ran, 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat — 
';  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Good-will  and  peace  to  man  complete — 
Jesus  is  born  to  die." 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail ! 
Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 

Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

90  L.  M. 

AWAKE,  arise,  and  hail  the  morn, 
For  unto  us  a  Saviour 's  born : 
307 


HYMNS. 

See  how  the  angels  wing  their  way 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

2  Hark  !   what  sweet  music,  what  a  song 
Sounds  from  the  bright  celestial  throng ! 
Sweet  song,  whose  melting  sounds  impart 
Joy  to  each  raptured  listening  heart. 

3  Come,  join  the  angels  in  the  sky, 

"  Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  on  high  I" 
Let  peace  and  love  on  earth  abound 
While  time  revolves  and  years  roll  round. 


91  8s.  &  7s. 

QIIEPHERDS,  hail  the  wondrous  stranger; 
Jj     Now  to  Bethlehem  speed  your  way  ; 
Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger 
Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day. 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long  predicted, 
Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race; 

Light  to  Gentiles  long  afflicted, 
Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  Star  of  your  salvation, 
Pointing  to  his  rude  abode: 

Rapturous  news  for  every  nation — 
Mortals,  now  behold  your  God ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story; 
Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 

Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory, 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour 
Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by: 

Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever ; 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
308 


CHRIST. 

92  8,  7,  &  4.  Pratt's  Col 

Call  to  worship  the  new-born  Saviour. 

A   NGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
j\_    Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth: 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 
Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains  ! 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

03  8s.  &  7s.  Epis.  Col 

Christ  welcomed  as  a  Saviour. 

HAIL,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us ; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art; 
309 


HYMNS. 

Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver ; 
Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King ; 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

94r  C.  M.  Doddridge 

Design  of  Christ's  Advent. 

HARK!  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes. 
The  Saviour  promised  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes  the  prisoner  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

i  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 
810 


T* 


CHRIST. 

95  C.  M.  Mont.  Col. 

Names  of  Christ. 

^0  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given : 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  evermore  adored, 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread ; 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 

Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
Aud  peace  abound  below. 

4  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given — 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor,* 
The  mighty  Lord  of  heaven. 

96  t.  M.  Watts. 

Deity  and  Humanity  of  Christ. 

BEFORE  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word : 
With  God  he  was — the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made  ; 
By  him  supported,  all  things  stand ; 

lie  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars : 

His  generation  who  can  tell. 

Or  count  the  number  of  his  years  ? 
311 


HYMNS. 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms . 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 

That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son: 

How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 
When  in  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone ! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 


97  L.  M.  Watts 

Deity,  Humiliation,  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  those  bright  robes  he  wore  above ; 

How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love! 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  captive  prisoner  lay  ; 

Th'  almighty  captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Among  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 
Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns: 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heavenly  plaiufl! 
312 


CHRIST. 

98  L-  M.  Watts. 

Divine  Glory  displayed  in  the  Person  of  Christ. 

"VTOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 

\\    Awake,  ray  soul!  awake,  my  tongue 

Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace : 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  !   'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme— 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

4  0  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

99  L.  M.  Watts 
God  the  Son  equal  With  the  Father. 

BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God, 
Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright. 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 
But  who  among  the  sons  of  light 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

8  Yet  there  is  ork  of  human  frame — 
Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 

Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 
313 


HYMNS. 

4  Now  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  adored ; 

His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  him  Lord. 


100  C.  M.  Curtis's  Col 

Miracles  of  Christ. 

JESUS,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 
When  veiled  in  human  clay, 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 
And  give  the  blind  to  see? 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me ! 

3  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  woe, 
And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 

0  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 
Which  needs  thy  mercy  more ! 

4  Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise 
When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? 

1  perish,  Lord ! — 0  save  my  soul  i 

For  thou  alone  canst  save. 


1  Ol  ^-  M.  Watt* 

Divinity  of  Christ  proved  by  his  Miracles, 

BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive; 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live; 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 
314 


CHRIST. 

I 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies ! — the  heavens  in  mourning  stood; 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God : 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 

1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

102  L-  M.  Steele 

Peace  and  Hope  through  Christ's  Intercession. 

HE  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives! 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
He  pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 

Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace  ! 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts  I 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 
315 


HYMNS. 

103  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Christ's  Exaltation  and  Intercession. 

TESUS,  the  Conqueror,  reigns, 
In  glorious  strength  arrayed  ; 
His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 
And  bids  the  earth  be  glad. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 
In  Jesus'  mighty  love  : 

Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice 
To  him  who  rules  above. 

3  Extol  hits  kingly  power  ; 
Adore  th'  exalted  Son, 

Who  died,  but  lives,  to  die  no  more, 
High  on  his  Father's  throne. 

4  Our  advocate  with  God, 
He  undertakes  our  cause, 

And  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  victory  of  his  cross. 

104  v-  M.  C.  Wesley 
Christ's  Intercession. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  .arise ; 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands — 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  : 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 
31G 


CHRIST. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me : 
Forgive  him !  0  forgive !  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die ! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  One : 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child — 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father  !   Abba,  Father  !  cry. 


105  c-  M-  Pratt* s  Col 

Christ  our  Intercessor. 

JESUS,  by  his  own  precious  blood, 
Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 

2  Jesus  is  King! — behold  him  reign 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill: 

He  seems  the  Lamb  that  had  been  slain, 
And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

3  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
By  virtue  of  his  blood, 

And  ceases  not  for  all  to  plead 
Who  come  by  him  to  God. 
317 


HYMNb 

106  CM.  Watts. 

Christ  a  merciful  High-Priest. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High-Priest  above ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power : 

We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  each  distressifig  hour. 

107  H-  M-  Watts 

Christ  a  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
Or  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongue  shall  bless  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came — 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hull  subdued,  and  peace  with  Heaveu 
318 


CHRIST. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Has  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 

Our  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside: 
His  precious  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  0  thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power — 0  make  us  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 


108  L.M.  Watts 

Christ  a  Pattern  for  his  Followers. 

■""I  /FY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
jLVL  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer: 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4. Be  thou  my  pattern  ;   make  me  Dear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
319 


HYMNS. 

109  CM.  Pratt's  Col 

BEHOLD  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 
Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  ligh! 
To  give  the  mourner  joy, 

To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 
He  meek  and  patient  stood  ; 

His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  When  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Before  his  Father's  throne, 

With  soul  resigned,  he  bowedf  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

6  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ! 
0  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


HO  C.  M.  Beddohi 

IN  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 
Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I'd  trace; 
A.s  thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do, 
Depending  on  thy  grace. 

2  Inflamed  with  zeal,  ?twas  thy  delight 

To  do  thy  Father's  will: 
0  may  that  -zeal  my  soul  excite, 

Thy  precepts  to  fulfil. 
320 


CHRIST. 

3  Meekness,  humility,  and  love, 
Through  all  thy  conduct  shine : 

0  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine : 

111  L.  M. 

d  T^ATHER  divine,"  the  Saviour  cried, 

Jj    While  horrors  pressed  on  every  side, 
And  prostrate  on  the  ground  he  lay, 
"  Remove  this  bitter  cup  away. 

2  "But  if  these  pangs  must  still  be  borne, 
And  stripes,  and  wounds,  and  cruel  scorn, 
I  bow  my  soul  before  thy  throne, 

And  say,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

3  Thus  our  submissive  souls  would  bow, 
And,  taught  by  Jesus,  lie  as  low : 

Our  hearts,  and  not  our  lips  alone, 
Would  say,  "Thy  will,  not  ours,  be  done." 

4  Then,  though  like  him  in  dust  we  lie, 
We  '11  view  the  blissful  moment  nigh, 
Which,  from  our  portion  in  his  pains, 
Calls  to  the  joy  in  which  he  reigns. 


A' 


112  L.  M.  Steele. 

ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
So  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  WThene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 
And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to 

On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes,  [strife, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  0  how  benevolent  and  kind! 
How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive ! 

21  321 


HYMNS. 

Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  his  the  rule  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love : 

If  then  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

6  But  ah !  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are  ! 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 

Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 
And  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

H3  L.  M.  Gibbons 

"TTTHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 

V  V    What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  The  man  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

H4_  L.  M.  Steele. 

Redemption  by  Christ  alone. 

ENSLAVED  by  sin,  fast  bound  in  chains, 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway, 
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CHRIST. 

And  doomed  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched,  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Nor  gold  nor  gems  could  buy  our  peace ; 
Not  the  whole  world's  collected  store 

Suffice  to  purchase  our  release : 

A  thousand  worlds  were  all  too  poor. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all-sufficient  ransom  paid  : 

Invalued  price  !  his  precious  blood 
For  vile,  rebellious  traitors  shed. 

4  Jesus  the  sacrifice  became, 

To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  hell ; 
The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  Eamb 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell ! 

5  Amazing  goodness  !  love  divine  ! 
0  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 

The  matchless  grace,  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  begun  ; 

Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 


115  L.  M.  Medley 

Praise  for  Loving-kindness. 

i   WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
f\_  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  , 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee  , 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  "fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great ! 
323 


HYMNS. 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death ! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

]\Q  S.  M.  Watt« 

Christ  suffering  for  our  Sins. 

[   IKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
J  j     And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
324 


CHRIST. 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke! 

Hi3  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 

And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

5  "I'l|  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong: 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward. 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 

117  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Humiliation  of  Christ. 

AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 
The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  man  might  rise ! 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
His  radiant  throne  on  high — 

Surprising  mercy  !  love  unknown  !  — 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

4  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 
And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 

For  sinful  man — 0  wondrous  grace ! — 
For  sinful  man  he  bled ! 
325 


HYMNS. 

5  0  Lord!  what  heavenly  wonders  dwe.i 

In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 

And  rebels  brought  to  God. 


1 18  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

JESUS,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 
For  miseries  and  for  woes  ? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die, 
For  vile,  rebellious  foes*? 

2  Victorious  love  !   what  tongue  can  tea 
The  wonders  of  thy  power, 

Which  conquered  all  the  force  of  hell 
In  that  tremendous  hour ! 

3  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bend 
To  thy  divine  control? 

Descend,  0  sovereign  love,  descend, 
And  melt  that  stubborn  soul. 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  extend  thy  /eign 
Till  rebels  rise  no  more ; 

Thy  praise  all  nature  then  shall  join, 
And  heaven  and  earth  adore. 


119  7s.  Montgomery 

Sufferings  of  Christ  in  the  Garden, 

GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
Ye  who  feel  the  tempter's  power 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see; 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour. 
Turn  not  from  liis  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  .Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned: 
826 


CHRIST. 

0  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

0  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained ! 
Shun-not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete : 
"  It  is  finished !"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Je.sus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  has  risen ;  he  meets  our  eyes : 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


1QO  8,  6  &  8.        Ch.  Psalmody. 

BEYOND  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 
To  sad  Gethsemane: 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men ; 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
"My  Father  can  this  cup  remove !" 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
"Behold  me  here,  thy  only  Son, 
And,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done." 
327 


HYMNS. 

1  The  Father  heard,  and  angels  there 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain, 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  '11  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 

1^1  L-  M. 

jrpiS  midnight;   and  on  Olive's  brow 
X      The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone: 

'Tis  midnight:  in  the  garden  how 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight;  and  from  all  removed, 
Immairuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears : 

E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  griefs  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 
The  Man  uf  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  ether  plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know: 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


\22  c-  M<  Haweis. 

DARK  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground 
On  which  the  Lord  was  laid ; 
His  sweat  as  drops  of  blood  ran  down, 
In  aeony  he  prayed: 
328 


CHRIST. 

2  "Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 
If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 

If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfil." 

3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner ;  see 
Those  precious  drops  that  flow : 

The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee ;  . 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  Father's  will  obey  ; 

And  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake  to  watch  and  pray. 


123  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Death  of  Christ  on  the  Cross. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined  ' 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  "  My  God,"  he  cries — all  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ; 

The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend ! 

3  "  'Tis  finished — now  the  ransom's  paid — 
Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries: 

Behcicl,  he  bows  his  sacred  head — 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  : 

C  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
AVas  ever  love  like  thine  ? 
329 


HYMNS. 

124  L.  M.  Steels 

QTRETCHED  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies: 
O  Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise : 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Descends  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  And  didst  thou  bleed — for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 

No  ;  he  withdrew  his  cheering  ray, 
And  darkness  veiled  the  mourning  day. 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  mercy  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  so  hard  remain 

As  not  to  move  with  love  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 

In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

1Q5  8,  7&4.  Curtis's  Col, 

HARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ! 

"It  is  finished !" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  "  It  is  finished  !" — 0  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record ' 

8  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme: 
330 


CHRIST. 

All  in  earth  and  heaven  uniting, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

1Q6  I*-  M.  Stennett. 

» ■  ,* rT^IS  finished!"  so  the  Saviour  cried, 

L   And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died , 
'Tis  finished  ! — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished!  This  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone : 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last  expiring  breath. 

3  'Tis  finished!   Heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  'Tis  finished  !  Let  the  thrilling  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 
'Tis  finished!  Let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

127  c.  M. 

"\/TY  God,  my  God,  why  now  forsake 
lVJL     Thy  well-beloved  Son  !" 
'Twas  thus  in  agony  he  spake : 
Creation  felt  the  groan. 

2  With  a  loud  voice  again  he  cried, 
And  yielded  up  his  breath ; 

The  earth,  the  rending  rocks  replied, 
The  saints  awoke  from  death. 

3  0  wondrous  grief!  0  grace  divine; 
Love  that  shall  never  end ! 

Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign 
To  thee,  the  sinner's  Friend. 
331 


HYMNS. 

128  10,  7  &  9. 

SAW  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour, 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
0,  he  died  on  Calvary 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 

And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood 

2  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 
Painfully  nailed  to  the  cross : 

Here  he  bowed  his  head  and  died — 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 

And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 
Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land, 

And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  his  Majesty  Divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 

He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour!  hail,  mighty  Saviour, 
Prince  and  the  author  of  peace ! 

0,  he  burst  the  bars  of  death, 
And  triumphant  from  beneath 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live ; 

Crying,  "  Father,  I  have  died: 
0  behold  my  hands  and  side ! 

0  forgive  them  !  I  pray  thee  forgive!" 
832 


CHRIST. 

8  "I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them, 

When  they  repent  and  believe : 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
And  be  reconciled  to  me, 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 

1Q9  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

The  Atonement  the  only  Ground  of  Pardon. 

TN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 
By  methods  of  our  own  : 
Blest  Saviour !  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threatenings  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  the  soul  with  dread : 

If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3  But  thy  atoning  sacrifice 
Hath  answered  all  demands  ; 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  to  us  by  thy  hands. 

4  'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  0  Lord ; 
'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest; 

For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 
Thy  name  for  ever  blest. 

130  S.  M.  Wa-rm 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 
333 


HYMNS 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

131  L.  M.'  Watts 

Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo  !   Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Ye  saints,  approach :   the  anguish  view 
Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load: 

He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here  's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 

But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  . 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 

334 


CHRIST. 

Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains ! 

6  Say,  "Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 

Then  ask,  "0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  h" 


RESURRECTION   AND    ASCENSION    OF 
CHRIST. 

J  32  H.  M.  Doddridge 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

T7~ES,  the  Redeemer  rose, 
X      The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head ; 
In  wild  dismay, 
The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Behold,  th'  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet. 
J.oyful  they  come, 
And  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear : 

Hark !   as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 
335 


HYMNS. 

Their  anthems  say, 
"Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead : 

He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound- 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell— 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported,  cry, 
"Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead, 
No  more  to  die." 


1^33  7s.  Gibbons 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ! 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb — 
Rises  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour !  seraphs,  raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise : 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Lift,  ye  saints — lift  up  your  eyes : 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise ! 

Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 
Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide : 
Gracious  Conqueror,  through  them  ride: 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne: 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs; 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

336 


CHRIST. 

134  C.  M.  Watts. 

BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
The  great  Redeemer  lay, 

Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
To  hold  the  Lord  in  vain ; 

Behold  the  mighty  Conqueror  rise, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 

And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 


135  S.  M.  Kellt 

Redemption  completed  by  the  Resurrection. 

•  •  rpHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;" 

jL      Then  justice  asks  no  more  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  now  agreed, 
Who  stood  opposed  before. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;" 
Then  is  his  work  performed ; 

The  mighty  captive  now  is  freed, 
And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;" 
Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey : 

With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 
22  337 


HYMNS. 

4  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;" 
Attending  angels  hear ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven  with  speed 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

5  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

136  7s.  Pratt's  Col 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant,  holy  day : 
He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2  Lo  !  he  rises — mighty  King ! 
Where,  0  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Lo  !  he  claims  his  native  sky  ! 
Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

3  Sinners  !  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  for  ever  made : 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise  ; 
Claim  with  him  the  purchased  skies. 

4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant,  holy  day  : 

Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise  ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

137  7s.  Pratt-  (     I 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-da;  . 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  : 
Raise  your  songs  of  triumph  high  : 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  replj  ! 

2  Love's  redeeming-  work  is  done 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won; 


CHRIST. 

Lo!  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er: 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal-* 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 

Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King — 
Where,  0  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save — 
Where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head : 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

I_38  ?s-  COLLYER. 

Darkness  of  the  Tomb  scattered  by  Christ, 

MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom : 
Day  of  triumph  !   through  the  skies 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 

2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Christians,  dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears ; 

Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

139  7s. 

Resurrection  and  Ascension, 

HARK !   the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day : 
339 


HYMNS. 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high; 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  : 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 

Lo  !   he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise ; 
Christ  has  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ; 
"Where,  0  Death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 
Once  he  died  our  soul  to  save ; 

"  Where  's  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  V 

5  What  though  once  we  perished  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall? 
Second  life  we  now  receive, 

And  in  Christ  for  ever  live. 

6  Hail !   thou  dear  almighty  Lord  ; 
Hail!   thou  great  incarnate  Word; 
Hail !   thou  suffering  Son  of  God  ; 
Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood. 

1.40  C.  L.  M. 

HOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  -A'loom  ! 
0,  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again! 

2    Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  : 
••  Behold  the  place — be  is  not  here;" 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  : 
340 


CHRIST. 

The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain : 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again ! 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 
Your  early  footsteps  bend ; 

The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain. 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day! 
'Tis  Jesus  still  appears. 

A  risen  Lord  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears : 
0,  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again ! 

5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 

If  Jesus  shines  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  he  has  risen  who  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

141  L.  M. 

•  V"tOME,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay," 
\J     For  he  hath  left  his  silent  bed : 

What  angel  rolled  the  stone  away  ? 

What  spirit  brought  him  from  the  dead  ? 

2  By  his  omnipotence  he  rose, 
By  his  own  Spirit  lived  again, 

To  crush  for  ever  all  his  foes, 
To  raise  for  ever  ruined  men. 

3  Those  who  his  image  here  partake, 
Though  long  in  dust  their  flesh  consume. 

Shall  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  awake 
To  life  eternal  from  the  tomb. 
341 


HYMNS. 

142  C.  M.  Watts 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
That  clothed  himself  in  clay, 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Immanuel  rose ; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoiled  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 
And  to  his  Father  flies, 

With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 

Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  the  blest  abode ; 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 
Your  sweetest  voices  raise ; 

Let  heaven  and  all  created  things 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 


A1 


P.M. 

LL  hail  the  glorious  morn 
That  saw  our  Saviour  rise, 
With  victory  bright  adorned, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes ! 
Ye  saints,  extol  your  risen  Lord, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  sweet  accord. 
342 


CHRIST. 

2  Behold,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Th'  atoning  sacrifice, 

Sustains  the  dreadful  load 
Of  man's  iniquities : 
Death,  sin,  and  hell,  our  cruel  foes, 
All  vanquished  fell,  when  Jesus  rose. 

3  Now  to  the  throne  above 
Let  every  saint  draw  near ; 

There  dwells  incarnate  love, 
Grace  sits  triumphant  there : 
See  mercy  smile,  e'en  on  that  throne, 
Where  once  did  wrath  and  justice  frown. 

4  All  praise  be  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  offered  up  his  blood ; 

Hosannas  to  his  name, 

That  for  our  ransom  stood : 
In  notes  sublime,  with  joy  we  sing 
The  love  divine  of  Christ  our  King. 


\4z4b  8s.  &  7s.  Kelly 

Christ,  the  Lamb,  enthroned  and  worshipped. 

HARK !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above : 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 

Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth: 

When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 

Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 
343 


HYMNS. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever ; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

1  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing; 
Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away : 
Then  with  golden  harps  we  '11  sing, 
"Glory,  glory  to  our  King!" 

145  C.  M.  Wa*ts. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amid  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  Church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise: 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  witli  blood. 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee.# 

5  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
Be  endless  blessings  paid; 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  his  head. 
344 


CHRIST. 

146  C.  M.  Newton. 

HE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 
And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 
With  an  unerring  skill ; 

And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  his  praise 
In  yonder  world  above, 

His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 
And  glory  in  his  Ic\7e. 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 
Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 

To  this  almighty  rock  they  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

5  How  glorious  he  !  how  happy  they, 
In  such  a  glorious  friend, 

Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

L47  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Christ  the  Lord  of  Angels. 

GREAT  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  their  armies  wait, 
And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 

To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 
In  works  of  vengeance  or  of  love 
345 


HYMNS. 

3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 

Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  o'er  the  heavenly  road. 

4  Lord,  when  we  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  us  rise  and  come, 

Send  thy  beloved  angels  down, 
Safe  to  conduct  our  spirits  home. 

14=8  k.  M.  Doddridge. 

Christ  exalted  to  be  a  Prince  and  a  Saviour. 

EXALTED  Prince  of  Life,  we  own 
The  royal  honors  of  thy  throne : 
'Tis  fixed  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  seraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 

2  Exalted  Saviour,  we  confess 
The  sovereign  triumphs  of  thy  grace : 
Wide  may  thy  cross  thy  virtues  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  thy  love. 

149  C.  M.  Duncan. 

Christ  crowned  as  Lord  of  all. 

ALL  hail  the  great  Immanuel's  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 

Praise  him  who  shed  for  you  his  blood, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
34B 


CHRIST. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe     ♦ 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 

And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

150  8,  7  &  4.  Kelly 

LOOK,  ye  saints — the  sight  is  glorious ; 
See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now, 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ; 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 

Crown  him  !  crown  him ! 
Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark!  those  loud,  triumphant  chords! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station : 

0  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  him,  crown  him 

King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords ! 

151  6s.  &  4s.  Kingsbury 
Christ's  final  Triumph. 

LET  us  awake  our  joys, 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice, 
Each  creature  sing : 
Angels,  begin  the  song ; 
Mortals,  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 
"  Jesus  is  King." 
347 


HYMNS. 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame: 

What  wonders  done  ! 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound; 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"Victory  is  won." 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  our  last,  foe  will  quell : 

Mourners,  rejoice! 
His  dying  love  adore  ; 
Praise  him,  now  raised  in  power; 
Praise  him  for  evermore 

With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day 
When  through  the  heavenly  way, 

Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 

Great  Saviour,  come. 

152  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Christ  a  living  and  almighty  Saviour. 

rjHHE  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die ; 
J_  He  lives,  the  Lord  enthroned  on  high . 
He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave : 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 

2  He  lives,  to  still  his  servants'  fears: 
He  lives,  to  wipe  away  their  tears  : 
He  lives,  their  mansions  to  prepare: 
He  lives,  to  bring  them  safely  there. 

3  Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears; 
Dismiss  your  gloomy  doubts  and  fears: 

348 


CHRIST 

With  cheerful  hope  your  hearts  revive, 
For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 

4  His  saints  he  loves,  and  never  leaves; 
The  contrite  sinner  he  receives: 
Abundant  grace  will  he  afford,       * 
Till  all  are  present  with  the  Lord. 

153  CM.  Watt*. 

God  reconciled  in  Christ. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
"Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  smiles  again  ; 

'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  form  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find : 

The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terror  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 

1  love  the  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

154  C.  M.  Watt* 

Access  to  God  by  a  Mediator. 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
349 


HYMNS. 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord: 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
No  double  naming  sword 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenlv  bliss 
Are  opened  by  the  Son : 

High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring. 
Great  Advocate  on  high; 

And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

155  C.  M.  Cowper 

Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

.  2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power 

Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  Since  first,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
350 


CHRIST. 

6  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

]  5(3  C.  M.  Steele 

Pity  and  Condescension  of  Christ. 

rPHE  Saviour !  0  what  endless  charms 
J_      Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  delight  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine 

In  rich  effusion  flow 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 

And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

8  Th'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stoops  to  our  vile  abode ; 
While  angels  view  with  wondering  eyes, 

And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine ! 
Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine — 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 


157  C.  M.  Watts 

BEHOLD  what  pity  touched  the  heart 
Of  God's  eternal  Son  ; 
Descending  from  the  heavenly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 
351 


HYMNS. 

2  His  living  power  and  dying  love 
Redeemed  unhappy  man, 

And  raised  the  ruins  of  our  race 
T  o  life  and  God  again. 

3  To  thee,  0  Lord,  our  noblest  powers 
We  joyfully  resign  : 

Blest  Jesus,  take  us  for  thine  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

158  7s.  Pratt's  Col 
Redeeming  Love. 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme  ; 
Sing  of  mercy's  healing  stream : 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Sing  of  his  redeeming  love. 

2  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  all  to  Jesus'  rest  : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

3  He  subdued  th'  infernal  powers, 
His  inveterate  foes,  and  ours  : 
These  he  from  their  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  tribute  bring ; 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string: 
Saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

159  L.  M.  Watti 

Christ's  unchanging  Love  the  Safety  of  his  Peopli 

WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 
352 


CHRIST. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 
'Tis  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead; 

And,  their  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  ! — he  lives,  and  reigns  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 

160  s-  M-  Watts 

TO  God,  the  only  wise, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 
Wisdom  with  power  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 
23  353 


HYMNS. 

161  C.  M.  Watts 

FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust : 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep : 

All  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  favorites  from  his  breast ; 

Safe  on  the  bosom  of  his  love 
Shall  they  for  ever  rest. 

162  CM.  Noel 

Grateful  Remembrance  of  Christ. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie, 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh, 

2  0  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 

And  save  from  death  and  woe  ? 

8  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee — thy  death,  thy  shame, 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share! 

0  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 
354 


CHRIST. 
1(33  C.  M.  Watts 

Godly  Sorrow  from  the  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

[2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 
And  bathed  in  its  own  blood ; 

While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine 
The  glorious  Sufferer  stood.] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown, 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

164  L.  M. 

THOU  Prince  of  glory,  slain  for  me, 
Breathing  forgiveness  in  thy  prayer 
That" loving,  melting  look  I  see, 

That  bursting  sigh,  that  tender  tear. 
355 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  me  but  hear  thy  dying  voice 
Pronounce  forgiveness  in  my  breast, 

My  trembling  spirit  shall  rejoice, 
And  feel  the  calm  of  heavenly  rest. 

3  Lord,  thine  atoning  blood  apply, 
And  life  or  death  is  sweet  to  me : 

In  life's  last  hour,  thy  presence  nigh 
From  fear  shall  set  my  spirit  free. 

L(35  C.  M.  HlGINBOTHAM. 

AND  can  mine  eyes  without  a  tear 
A  weeping  Saviour  see  ? 
Shall  I  not  weep  his  groans  to  hear 
Who  groaned  and  died  for  me  ? 

2  Blest  Jesus,  let  those  tears  of  thine 

Subdue  each  stubborn  foe  : 
Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 


LOVE,    GLORY,    AND    EXCELLENCE   OF 
CHRIST    CELEBRATED. 

L(36  c-  M-  Steele 

Love  of  Christ  celebrated. 

rpO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
J_      Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
0  may  his  love — immortal  flame  ! — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach, 
What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 

Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 
tfGG 


CHRIST. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"The  Saviour  died  for  me!" 

4  0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 

Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

]  67  S.  M.  Hammond 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  us,  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
"Ye  blessed  children,  come !" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

C  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim, 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
357 


HYMNS. 

168  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love 
In  all  their  glorious  forms, 

When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

3  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  stooped  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

I  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 
With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 

Their  grateful  worship  pay. 


\  39  8s.  &  7s.  Pratt's  Col. 

BRIGHTNESS  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie? 
Break,  each  tongue,  such  guilty  silence; 
Praise  the  Lord,  who  came  to  die. 

2  Hosts  of  angels  sang  thy  coming, 
Watchful  shepherds  learned  their  lays.* 

Shame  would  cover  us,  ungrateful, 

Should  our  tongues  refuse  their  praise- 

3  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! — 
Flow,  our  praise — for  ever  flow  1 
358 


CHRIST. 

4  Re'ascend,  immortal  Saviour  ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne ; 
Yet  return,  and  reign  for  ever ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own ! 


170  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

COME,  Holy  Ghost !  inspire  our  songs 
With  thine  immortal  flame  ; 
Enlarge  our  hearts,  unloose  our  tongues, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  How  great  the  riches  of  his  grace ! 
He  left  his  throne  above, 

And  swift  to  save  our  ruined  race 
He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

3  Now  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 
In  rich  abundance  flow 

For  guilty  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

4  Th'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stooped  to  our  low  abode, 

While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God. 

5  Renew  our  souls  with  heavenly  strength, 
That  we  may  fully  prove 

The  height,  and  depth,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  such  transcendent  love. 


17TL  ^.  M.  Shirle? 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 
In  earth  or  heaven  the  Lord  of  all ; 
Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 
And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 
359 


HYMNS. 

2  Higher,  still  higher,  swell  the  strain ; 

Creation's  voice,  the  note  prolong : 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign — 

Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  son**. 


172  6s.  &  4s.  Kbeh  9  Coi 

GLORY  to  God  on  high ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 
"  Praise  ye  his  name  !" 
Angels,  his  love  adore 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Saints,  sing  for  evermore, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  Ye  who  surround  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name : 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Join,  all  the  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 

Praise  ye  his  name. 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name: 
Still  will  we  tribute  bring ; 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 
360 


CHRIST. 

173  6s.  &  4s.  Pratt's  Col 

COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 
Spread  Jesus'  fame : 
Tell  what  his  love  has  done ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme : 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string, 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

3  Hark,  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
W7hile  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

174  C.  M.  Watts 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
"  To  be  exalted  thus:" 

"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine ; 

361 


HYMNS. 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

175  L.  M.  Watts. 

WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name ! 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  who  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say.  Amen. 

\*f 6  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Excellency  of  Christ. 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  glorious  Prince  of  grace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end 
Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
362 


CHRIST. 

To  thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 
On  thy  exhaustless  store ; 

From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy  ; 
They  find  their  all  in  thee ; 

Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

177  C.  P.  M.  Medley 

0  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
0,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 

1  *d  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine : 
I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
WThen  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  homo, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend. 
A.  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 
363   . 


HYMNS. 

178  L-  M-  Doddridge. 

WHEN  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 
The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 
What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest ! 

2  Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy ! 
Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ: 
I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine ; 

I  feel  his  love,  and  call  him  mine. 

3  Yet  still,  0  Lord,  my  waiting  eyes 
To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise : 
That  grand  assembly  would  I  join. 
Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine. 

179  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 
Supreme  Love  to  Christ. 

YE  earthly  vanities,  depart; 
For  ever  hence  remove : 
Jesus  alone  deserves  my  heart, 
And  every  thought  of  love. 

2  His  heart,  where  love  and  pity  dwelt 
In  all  their  softest  forms, 

Sustained  the  heavy  load  of  guilt 
For  lost,  rebellious  worms. 

3  Can  I  my  bleeding  Saviour  view, 
And  yet  ungrateful  prove ; 

And  pierce  his  wounded  heart  anew, 
And  grieve  his  injured  love  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  forbid !  0,  bind  this  heart, 
This  roving  heart  of  mine, 

So  firm  that  it  may  ne'er  depart, 
In  chains  of  love  divine. 
304 


F 


CHRIST. 
]80  C-  M.  DODDRIDGB. 

0  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord. 
But  0,  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

L81  C.  M*  HlGINBOTHAM. 

BLEST  Jesus,  when  my  soaring  thoughts 
O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love ! 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears 
Like  thy  beloved  name ; 

Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame.  ft 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 
Unnumbered  blessings  see  ; 

365 


HYMNS. 

But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  ? 
Search,  Lord  ;  for  thou  canst  tell 

If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

5  No,  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 
My  poil ion  and  my  joy  : 

For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

|_82  C.  M.  .Doddridge 

Christ  precious. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name;  • 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Whate'er  my  noblest  powers  can  wish 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there, 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms. 
And  trust  thy  love  in  death. 

183  C.  M.  Steelb 

TIIOIF  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 
3G6 


CHRIST. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 
But  in  thy  sacred  word 

1  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 

Thy  love  with  cheering  beams  of  hope 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  But,  ah !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain ; 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 
0  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 

Break  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love ; 

Then  shall  I  see  thy  glorious  face 
In  endless  joy  above. 

184  C.  M.  Cennick. 

rPHOU  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
1      We  love  to  hear  of  thee  : 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  balf  so  dear  can  be. 

2  0  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice ! 
In  mercy  to  us  speak ! 

In  thee,  0  Lord,  let  us  rejoice, 
And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3  Jesus  shall  ever  be  our  theme 
While  in  this  world  we  stay : 

We  '11  sing  of  Jesus'  lovely  name 
When  all  things  else  decay. 
367 


HYMNS. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud 

With  all  his  favored  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 

And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

185  L.  M.  Coruer 

JESUS,  in  whom  but  thee  above 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  thee  ? 

2  How  soon,  0  Lord,  will  life  decay ! 
How  soon  this  world  will  pass  away  ! 
Ah !  what  can  mortal  friends  avail 

When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall  fail? 

3  0  then  be  thou,  my  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  while  I  die : 

My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine ! 


186  C.  M.  Higinbotham 

Indebtedness  to  Christ. 

TO  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord, 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise; 
0  let  the  feeblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  But  how  shall  mortal  tongue  express 

A  subject  so  divine, 
Do  justice  to  so  vast  a  theme, 

Or  praise  a  love  like  thine  ? 

8  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope  I  owe 

To  this  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 

And  nobler  bliss  above. 
368 


CHRIST. 

4  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 
With  sin  and  grief  oppressed  ; 

Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

5  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  ! — led  by  thee, 
No  evil  shall  I  fear  ; 

Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 

187  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

TESUS,  to  thy  celestial  light 
J      My  dawn  of  hope  I  owe ; 
Once  wandering  in  the  shades  of  night, 
And  lost  in  helpless  woe. 

2  Thy  gracious  hand  redeemed  the  slave, 
And  set  the  prisoner  free : 

Be  all  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Devoted,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  Here  at  thy  feet  I  wait  thy  will, 
And  live  upon  thy  word : 

0  give  me  warmer  love  and  zeal 
To  serve  my  dearest  Lord. 

188  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

A   ND  why  do  our  admiring  eyes 
J\_     These  gospel  glories  see  ? 
And  whence,  doth  every  heart  reply, 
Salvation  sent  to  me  ? 

2  And  dost  thou,  Lord,  subdue  my  heart, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  bear  thy  witness  to  my  part 
Among  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

3  Redeemed  by  thee,  most  gracious  Lord, 
We'll  sing  our  Saviour's  name; 

And  while  the  long  salvation  lasts, 
Its  sovereign  power  proclaim. 
24  369 


HYMNS. 

^89  L.  M.  Grioq 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  0  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 


i" 


19  O  C.  M.  Watts. 

"  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name — 
His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands; 
And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 
370 


CHRIST. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

1 91  C.  M.  Dobell's  Col. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 
Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile  ? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  ? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 
And  suffered  all  my  shame, 

And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  0  Lord, 
To  own  thy  precious  name  ? 

3  No,  Lord,  I  'm  not  ashamed  of  thee, 
Nor  of  thy  cause  on  earth : 

0  do  not  be  ashamed  of  me 
When  I  resign  my  breath. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield,  be  thou  my  sun; 
0  guide  me  all  my  days, 

And  let  my  feet  with  joy  still  run 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

192  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Ingratitude  of  rejecting  Christ. 

A   ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
j_X    To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain? 
Has  it  no  soft,  no  tender  part  ? 

Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 
371 


HYMNS. 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 
His  charming  voice  unheard? 

And  shall  my  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barred  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  exert  thy  conquering  grace; 
Thy  mighty  power  display : 

One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  melt  my  sin  away. 

193  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

0  STUBBORN  hearts,  that  could  withstand 
The  efforts  of  a  Saviour's  hand ! 
0  gracious  Saviour,  who  wouldst  bleed, 
When  words  and  tears  could  not  succeed ! 

2  Dear  Lord,  in  me  thy  power  exert ; 
Subdue  my  proud,  unfeeling  heart; 
Then  through  the  earth  in  mercy  reign, 
And  reap  the  fruit  of  all  thy  pain. 


CHRIST   IN    VARIOUS   RELATIONS. 
]94  7S.  TOPLAD*. 

Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages. 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not.  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  the  law's  demands: 
372 


CHRIST. 

Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace ; 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly : 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death ; 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 

See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

195  L..M.  Steels 

Christ  the  Physician  of  the  Soul. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made: 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound 

Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

5  Yes,  there's  a  great  Physician  near: 
Look  up,  my  fainting  soul,  and  live  i 

^ee,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying-blood, 
Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow : 

'Tis  only  that  dear  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  woe. 
373 


HYMNS. 
190  L.  M.  Scott. 

WHY  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed  ? 
Whence  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound? 
Nc  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 

2  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  tearful  eyes: 
Behold,  the  Prince  of  glory  dies ! 

He  dies  extended  on  the  tree, 

And  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die ; 

But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear — 
Almighty  grace,  which  triumphs  here. 

4  Thou  wilt  withdraw  the  poisoned  dart, 
Bind  up  and  heal  the  wounded  heart; 
With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 
And  change  the  gloomy  night  to  morn. 

5  Exult,  my  soul,  with  holy  joy; 
Hosannas  be  thy  blest  employ, 
Salvation  thine  eternal  theme, 

And  swell  the  song  with  Jesus'  name. 

X97  S.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

Christ  the  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Thou  Day-star  from  on  high : 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  0  let  thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night; 
And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 

Come  like  the  morning  light. 
874 


CHRIST. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now! 
How  dark  and  sad  before ! 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past, 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

198  7s.  C.  WEfcflfiY. 

CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine ; 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 

Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ; 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

199  8s.  &  7s.  Pratt's  Col 

Christ  the  Light  of  the  World. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, 

Rise,  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 
375 


HYMNS. 

2  Thou,  of  life  and  light  Creator, 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 

Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart; 

Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

4  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 
0  thou  Prince  of  peace  and  love ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 

5  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Every  burdened  soul  release ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

^00  c-  M-  Stennett 

Chief  among  ten  thousand. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 
Among  the  sons  of  men : 

Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
And  flew  to  my  relief; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 
370 


CHRIST. 

Q01  7s-  c-  Wesley 

Jesus  the  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 
0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 

Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me : 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

202  C.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Rejoicing  in  Christ. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  I 
377 


HYMNS. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  JESUS,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean — 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven  ; 

Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

303  £.  M. 

Christ  the  living  Bread. 

JESUS,  thou  art  the  living  bread 
By  which  our  needy  souls  are  fed : 
In  thee  alone  thy  children  find 
Enough  to  fill  the  empty  mind. 

2  Without  this  bread  I  starve  and  die  ; 
No  other  can  my  need  supply  ; 

But  this  will  suit  my  wretched  case, 
Abroad,  at  home,  in  every  place. 

3  'Tis  this  relieves  the  hungry  poor 
Who  ask  for  bread  at  mercy's  door : 
This  living  food  descends  from  heaven, 
As  manna  to  the  Jews  was  given. 

4  This  precious  food  my  heart  revives : 
What  strength,  what  nourishment  it  gives  ! 
0  let  me  evermore  be  fed 

With  this  divine,  celestial  bread ! 
378 


CHRIST. 
£04  S-  M.  HoSKINS. 

BEHOLD  the  gift  of  God! 
Sinners,  adore  his  name 
Who  shed  for  us  his  precious  blood. 
Who  bore  our  curse  and  shame. 

2  Behold  the  living  bread 
Which  Jesus  came  to  give, 

By  dying  in  the  sinner's  stead, 
That  he  might  ever  live. 

3  The  Lord  delights  to  give  ; 

He  knows  you've  naught  to  buy: 
To  Jesus  haste,  this  bread  receive, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

205  CL  M.  Epis.  Col. 

Christ  the  Way,  Truth,  and  Life. 

THOU  art  the  way  :  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth  :  thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart ; 

Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life  :  the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ? 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life . 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 

That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 
379 


HYMNS. 

206  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

JESUS,  my  truth,  my  way. 
My  sure,  unerring  light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  thou  wilt  lead  aright. 

2  My  wisdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counsellor  thou  art : 
0  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 

Nor  from  thy  paths  depart ! 

207  L-  M-  Cenniok 

Christ  the  Way. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon : 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not : 
My  grief  and  burden  long  have  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

4 c Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive 

H80 


CHRIST. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
Ifll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God!" 

208  L-  M-  Watts. 

Christ  the  Redeemer  and  Judge. 

NOW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying-love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 
And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood ; 

'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 

Be  everlasting  power  confessed  ; 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 

Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
Now  he  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day: 

Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

209  L-  M-  Watts 

The  Church  rejoicing  in  her  King. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring: 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 
381 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Like  that  blest  hour  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comforts  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold 

4  Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
And  taste  the  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

210  C.  M.  Hoskins 

The  Lamb  of  God. 

SINNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt : 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  save. 
Leaving  his  blest  abode  ; 

To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave: 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !" 

3  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place, 
And  shed  his  precious  blood : 

Let  Adam's  guilty,  ruined  race 
"Behold  the  Lamb. of  God!" 

■  4  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 
Invited  by  his  word ; 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear: 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !" 

6  Backsliders  too  the  Saviour  calls, 
And  washes  in  his  blood: 
382 


CHRIST. 

Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls : 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God !" 
6  Spirit  of  grace,  to  us  apply 

Immanuel's  precious  blood ; 
That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

211  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David. 

TTyHAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 

VV    Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  ? 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill? 

2  Lo  !   't  is  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings : 

The  Saviour  comes  !  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise : 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 

To  hail  the  Lord  their  righteousness. 

4  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart: 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too. 

5  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear : 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear : 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 
And  glory  shout  through  highest  heaven ! 

312  8s.  &  7s.  Newton. 

Christ  a  Friend. 


o 


NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend : 
383 


HYMNS. 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  t 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

2  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love : 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


Wfj*  (toss. 


Q13  8s.  &  7s.  Robinso* 

Rejoicing  before  the  Cross. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I  '11  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

384 


THE    CROSS. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

Still  to  my  Redeemer  go  ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  truly  know. 

Q14  C.  M.  Watt* 

Christ  and  his  Cross  our  Theme. 

CHRIST  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme . 
The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above 
With  joy  receive  the  word ; 

They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 
Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 

But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 
Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 

In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

QX5  L.  M-  Pratt's  Col, 

The  World  crucified  to  us  by  the  Cross. 

HOW  great  the  wonders  of  that  cross 
Where  our  Redeemer  bled  and  died  I 
Its  noblest  life  our  spirit  draws 

From  his  deep  wounds  and  pierced  side* 

2  It  cost  him  death  to  save  our  lives ; 
To  buy  our  souls,  it  cost  his  own ; 
25  385 


HYMNS. 

And  all  the  heavenly  joys  he  gives 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

8  Let  sin's  delights  be  all  forgot; 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem : 
The  love  of  Christ  fill  every  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him ! 

4  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

216  L.  M.  Watts 

"TT7HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

\  V       On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 

Did  e'er  such  ldve  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


217  L.  M.  Pratt's  Ccl 

Faith  contemplating  Chi-'st's  Sufferings. 

OW  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise, 
And  view  our  Lord  in  all  his  love ; 
386 


F 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  cries, 

Then  mount,  and  see  his  throne  above- 

2  See  where  he  languished  on  the  cross ! 
Beneath  our  sins  he  groaned  and  died : 

See  where  he  sits  to  plead  our  cause, 
By  his  almighty  Father's  side  ! 

3  How  shall  we,  pardoned  rebels,  show 
How  much  we  love  our  Saviour  God  ? 

Lord,  here  we  'd  banish  every  foe — 
We  hate  the  sins  which  cost  thy  blood. 

218  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

PREPARE  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross, 
Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne ; 
To  look  on  thee,  whom  we  have  pierced— 
To  look  on  thee,  and  mourn. 

2  While  thus  we  mourn,  we  would  rejoice ; 

And  as  thy  cross  we  see, 
Let  each  exclaim,  in  faith  and  hope, 

"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !" 


®fa  ?Hol2  Spirit 


219  ^-  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Descent  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

BLEST  day,  when  our  ascended  Lord 
Fulfilled  his  own  prophetic  word ; 
Sent  down  his  Spirit,  to  inspxre 
His  saints,  baptized  with  holy  fire. 
387 


HYMNS. 

2  While  by  his  power  these  signs  were  wrought. 
While  divers  tongues  his  wisdom  taught, 

His  love  one  only  subject  gave — 
That  Jesus  died  the  world  to  save ! 

3  Sure  peace  with  God  ! — the  joyful  sound 
Pours  wide  its  sacred  influence  round; 
Relenting  foes  his  grace  receive, 

And  humbled  myriads  hear  and  live. 

220  L-  M.  Watts 

The  Spirit  enlightening  and  renewing. 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin : 
Our  wild,  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

321  S.  M.  Mont.  Col 

The  indwelling  Influences  of  the  Spirit. 

JfTlIS  God  the  Spirit  leads 
JL      In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 
388 


THE    HOLY    8PIRIT. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace, 
We  still  pursue  our  way ; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do ; 

Ifis  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

222  L.  M.  Beddcme. 

Teachings  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  words  reveal; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Make  me  delight  to  do  thy  will. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know, 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad ; 

0  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

2  33  L-  M. 

The  Spirit  the  Source  of  Light  and  Life. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above ; 
Let  me  his  sacred  influence  feel, 
To  quicken,  purify,  and  heal. 
389 


HYMNS. 

2  May  he  these  stubborn  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  my  nature  all  anew ; 

To  thee  my  grovelling  spirit  raise, 
Excite  to  humble  prayer  and  praise. 

3  He  is  the  source  of  every  grace, 
Of  light,  ana  life,  and  holiness  : 
By  him  alone  may  I  be  taught, 

A.nd  all  my  works  in  him  be  wrought. 

4  0  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  come, 

And  make  my  heart  his  constant  home ; 
There  his  abundant  grace  display, 
And  lead  me  in  a  perfect  way. 


224  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Holy  Spirit  in  Regeneration. 

NOT  the  malicious  nor  profane, 
The  wanton  nor  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  slanderers,  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  such  were  we 
By  nature  and  by  sin  ; 

Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 
Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
We  're  pardoned  through  his  name ; 

And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  sanctified  our  frame. 

4  0  for  a  persevering  power 
To  keep  thy  just  commands  ! 

We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 
390 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

225  CM.  Hoskinb 

SINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard : 
Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declared, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood. 
The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  : 

Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God5 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature 's  totally  depraved, 
The  heart  a  sink  of  sin ; 

Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved : 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 
And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 

Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  every  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  us  now  begin 
To  trust  and  love  thy  word, 

And,  by  forsaking  every  sin, 
Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

326  8,  8&6. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
O'erwhelmed  with  sin,  with  anguish  slaio 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  : 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again  ' 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 
391 


HYMNS. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head ; 

I  no  relief  could  find : 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again" 

O'erwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
But  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  unwieldy  load  ; 
Alas  !   I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Vet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
11  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

1  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Nazareth  passed  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
"  Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again," 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

227  S.  M.  Beddomb. 

Influences  of  the  Spirit  implored. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  0  melt  this  frozen  heart  ; 
This  stubborn  will  subdue; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 
392 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

3  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 

And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

328  S.  M.  Hart. 

C10ME,  Holy  Spirit,  come; 
J     Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts  ; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Q39  7  s.  Reed 

HOLY  GHOST,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Let  me  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
Let  me  all  his  beauties  trace : 
393 


HYMNS. 

Show  those  glorious  truths  to  me 
Which  are  only  known  by  thee. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine : 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

4  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

5  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

Q30  k.  M.  Doddridge 

C^OME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
J  And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love  : 
0  turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  contrite  sorrow  rise ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 

To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  0  let  a  holy  flock  await 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple-gate ; 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

231  C.  M.  Watts 

(^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
J     With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
394 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  lie 
In  this  poor  dying  state, 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

232  L.  M.  Brown. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above: 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way : 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 

Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share, 
Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 

395 


HYMNS. 

Q33  C.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

FATHER,  to  thee  our  souls  we  lift, 
On  thee  our  hope  depends, 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 

Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought ; 
Our  good  is  all  divine ; 

The  praise  of  every  holy  thought 
And  righteous  word  is  thine. 

4  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 
The  power  on  thee  to  call  ; 

In  thee,  0  Lord,  we  move  and  live ; 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 


234.  L.  M.  Burner's  Col. 

C^IOME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind, 
J     And  fit  us  to  approach  our  God ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  our  souls 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 

0  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame ; 
Make  us  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  Still  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  us  now  our  Saviour  see : 

0  soothe  and  cheer  each  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  our  spirits  rest  in  thee. 
396 


THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 

335  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

GREAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 
Behold  thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  0  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, 
Thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 
Declare  our  sins  forgiven  ; 

And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 
Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

236  C.  M.  Wesley's  Col. 

FATHER  of  all,  in  whom  alone 
We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 
One  bright  celestial  ray  send  down, 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 
0  fill  our  souls  with  awe : 

Thy  light  impart,  that  we  may  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  light  that  shines  so  clear ; 

Now  thy  revealing  Spirit  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

4  Before  us  make  thy  goodness  pass, 
Which  here  by  faith  we  know ; 

Let  us  in  Jesus  see  thy  face, 
And  die  to  all  below. 

337  H.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 


o 


THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 

397 


HYMNS. 

And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  thou, 
We  children  of  thy  grace ; 

0  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  ; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  name, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

338  8s-  &  7s.        Builder's  Col. 

HOLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night : 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light. 
2  Author  of  our  new  creation, 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove; 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation ; 
Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 

Q39  7s.  Burder's  Col 

t^OME,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
)  Enter  each  devoted  breast : 
Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire. 
Kindle  there  the  gospel  lire. 
2  Bid  our  sin  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  heavenly  peace; 
Joy  divine  we  then  shall  prove, 
Light  of  truth  and  fire  of  love. 
398 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT 

24-0  7s.  Stocked 

GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine, 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove  ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me  ; 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 

Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast. 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine ; 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

24=1  L-  M.  Mas   Steeie. 

(^  RE  AT  God,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 
X     In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine  ? 
Unworthy  dwelling !  glorious  Guest ! 
How  great  the  favor !  how  divine ! 

2  When  sin  prevails  and  gloomy  fear, 
And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 

Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here, 

Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light ? 

3  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh : 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 

Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

4  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
"  I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace," 

399 


HYMNS. 

Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

5  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  0  God  of  love ; 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Q42  L.  M.  Steele 

THE  Holy  Spirit  sure  is  nigh : 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice? 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 

Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

4  What  less  than  thy  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

243  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

BLEST  Comforter  divine, 
Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine. 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way  ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 
400 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care, 

And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  0  fill  thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race : 

Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

Q44  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

BREATHE,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
Until  our  hearts  with  fervor  glow : 
0  kindle  there  a  Saviour's  love, 
True  sympathy  with  human  woe. 

2  Bid  our  conflicting  passions  cease, 
And  terror  from  each  conscience  flee ; 

0  speak  to  every  bosom  peace, 

Unknown  to  all  who  know  not  thee. 

3  Give  us  to  taste  thy  heavenly  joy; 
Our  hopes  to  brightest  glory  raise ; 

Guide  us  to  bliss  without  alloy, 

And  tune  our  hearts  to  endless  praise. 

Q45  C.  M.  Watts 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven? 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  my  Redeemer's  blood; 

26  401 


HYMNS. 

And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

2  46  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  God  of  truth, 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire : 
Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'Tis  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed : 

'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 
Whate'er  that  sin  may  be ; 

That  we  with  humble,  holy  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 
That  we  are  sons  of  God ; 

Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

Q47  L.  M.  W  -.t-* 

THE  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  s 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ? 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  : 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  \ 

So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults. 
Through  grace  abounding  in  the  Son* 
402 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

24:8  k.  M.  HlGIXBOTHAM 

SPIRIT  of  peace,  immortal  Dove, 
Here  let  thy  gentle  influence  reign : 
Come,  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love, 
And  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

2  Not  all  the  sweets  beneath  the  sky, 
Nor  corn,  nor  oil,  nor  richest  wine, 

Could  raise  my  tuneful  song  so  high, 
Or  yield  me  pleasures  so  divine. 

3  Blest  with  thy  presence,  I  could  meet 
Death,  though  in  all  his  terrors  dressed; 

Nor,  while  I  taste  a  joy  so  sweet, 
One  fear  disturb  my  peaceful  breast. 

949  L-  M. 

pOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Guest, 
\J  And  make  thy  mansion  in  my  breast; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  make  thy  constant  dwelling  here ; 
Fill  me  with  hope,  dispel  my  fear ; 

Still  let  thy  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  thee  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  love  and  peace  divine, 
0  make  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  guilt  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

250  L-  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Grieved  Spirit  besought. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Cast  not  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Ncr  take  thine  everlasting  flight 
403 


HYMNS. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; 

3  Yet,  0,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  0  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 

Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 

And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


251  L.  M.  Scon 

Prayer  for  the  Return  of  the  Spirit. 

OLORD,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 
Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn  ? 
Thy  Spirit,  grieved,  and  long  withdrawn, 
Will  he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2  Great  Source  of  light  and  peace,  return, 
Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain ; 

Come,  repossess  these  longing  hearts 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3  This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand, 
Once,  more  be  with  thy  presence  blest. 

Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed, 
Be  this  thine  everlasting  rest. 
404 


WARNINGS   AND   INVITATIONS. 

35Q  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steelb. 

LORD,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 
Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face; 
Here  have  we  seen  thy  glory  shine 
With  power  and  majesty  divine. 

2  Return,  0  Lord,  our  spirits  cry ; 
Our  graces  droop,  our  comforts  die  • 
Return,  and  let  th}r  glories  rise 
Again  to  our  admiring  eyes ; 

3  Till,  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 

Till  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 


(iltarmtTCjs  att&  Invitations  of  tfje  (5osp*L 

353  L.  M.  Watts 

Th.p  broad  and  narrow  Ways, 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command: 

Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul,  that  :;ros  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
405 


HYMNS. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 

"Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 


Q54  C.  M.  Watt* 

The  strait  Gate. 

STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 
The  mind  and  will  renewed, 

Passion  suppressed,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  [Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 
Where  it  prevails  and  rules : 

Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abased, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls.] 

4  [The  love  of  gold  be  banished  hence, 
That  vile  idolatry ; 

And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie.] 

6  [The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power, 
Requires  a  strong  restraint  : 

We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

6  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform, 

And  give  the  free  reward. 
406 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

Q55  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

The  Way  of  Sin  not  the  Way  to  Heaven. 

CAN  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 
Who  love  this  world  so  well, 
Or  dream  of  future  happiness 
While  on  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2  Can  sin's  deceitful  way 
Conduct  to  Zion's  hill, 

Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reign 
Who  disregard  his  will  ? 

3  Shall  they  hosannas  sing 
With  an  unhallowed  tongue  ? 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbor  wrong  ? 

4  Thy  grace,  0  God,  alone 
Good  hopes  can  e'er  afford: 

The  pardoned  and  renewed  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

256  L-  M-  Pratt's  Col 

Danger  of  rejecting  Christ. 

HARK !  from  the  cross  a  voice  of  peace 
Bids  Sinai's  awful  thunder  cease : 
Sinner,  that  voice  of  love  obey, 
From  Christ,  the  true,  the  living  way. 

2  How  else  his  presence  wilt  thou  bear, 
When  he  in  judgment  shall  appear, 
When  slighted  love  to  wrath  shall  turn, 
And  all  the  earth  like  Sinai  burn  ? 

3  Now  from  the  cross  a  voice  of  peace 
Bids  Sinai's  awful  thunder  cease  : 

0  sinner,  while  'tis  called  to-day, 
That  voice  of  saving  love  obey. 
407 


HYMNS. 

257  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

One  Thing  needful. 

TT7HY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
V  V    That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above, 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying-love, 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  be  urged  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue: 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart: 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

258  8,  7  &  4.  Reed 
The  Sinner  invited  and  threatened. 

HEx\R,  0  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you  ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Hear,  0  sinner! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread; 
Hark!   the  awful  thunders  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head : 

Turn.  0  sinner, 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 
408 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS 

3  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviouu: 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may: 

Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away : 

Haste,  0  sinner ! 
STou  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

►59  8,  7  &  4.  LlTTLETOK 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  0  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 

"Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner — 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important ! 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name!" 

3  Tempted' souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears ; 

And  with  news  of  consolation 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears : 

Tender  heralds ! 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford  : 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford, 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 
Who  received  the  joyful  word? 

409 


HYMNS. 

Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it  ? — 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 

6  0,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way; 

Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


w 


260  '        s-  M-       Village  Hymns. 

"Y  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 
Thy  fathers'  God  obey; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call  while  he  may  be  found ; 
0  seek  him  while  he  's  near ; 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 
His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry; 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 
Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven, 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 

961  7s.  Epis   Col. 

SINNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 
410 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
Watchful  tread  that  path :  be  wise ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time ; 
Life  secure,  without  delay : 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  0,  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep , 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

262  7s.  T.  Scoit 

"Escape  for  thy  Life." 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sub  ■ 
Wisdom,  if  thou  still  despise, 
Harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Lest  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

263  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Gospel  Trumpet. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice; 
411 


HYMNS 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !   .ill  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  tli'  immortal  mind ; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 
A  soul-reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams 
And  pine  away  and  die ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

• 

6  Theliappy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day: 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

264  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

"VTE  trembling  captives,  hear! 
X     The  gospel  trumpet  sounds  : 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  car, 
Or  heal  your  heartfelt  wounds. 

2  'Tis  not  the  trump  of  war, 
Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar  : 

Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 
Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims; 

4112 


•  WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

And  earth  the  Jubilee's  release 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 
The  saving  news  shall  spread, 

And  Jesus  a...  his  willing  bands 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

265  8s.  &  4s.  Reed's  Col 

HARK,  hark !  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ; 
Through    earth    and    heaven    the     echo 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus'  blood !      [bounds ; 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God 
By  grace  divine  ! 

2  Come,  sinners,  hear  the  joyful  news, 
Nor  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse  : 
Mercy  and  justice  here  combine  ; 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join 

T'  invite  you  near. 

3  Ye  saints  in  glory,  strike  the  lyre ; 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sacred  fire  ; 
Let  both  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim : 
For  ever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 

*  Of  endless  praise. 

266  L-  M.  Watts 

Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

/^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ; 
\J     Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me: 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 
413 


HYMNS. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight : 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 

Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


267  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steels 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound : 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come;   'tis  mercy's  voice; 
That  gracious  voice  obey : 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys  ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 

And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Q68  7s.  Pratt's  Col. 

C^OME,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
J  Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice: 
T  will  guide  you  to  your  home — 
Weary  pilgrims,  hither  come. 
414 


WARNINGS   AND   INVITATIONS. 

2  Hither  come;  for  here  is  found 
Balm  for  every  bleeding  wound ; 
Peace,  which  ever  shall  endure ; 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

269  C.  M.  Pratt's  Ccn 

Invitation  to  the  Heavy-laden. 

ALL  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin, 
And  fear  eternal  woe, 
You  Christ  invites  to  enter  in — 
This  hour  to  Jesus  go. 

2  He,  by  his  own  almighty  word, 
Will  all  your  fears  remove  ; 

For  every  wound  his  precious  blood  ' 
A  sovereign  balm  shall  prove. 

3  His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 
From  sin's  oppressive  chains, 

From  Satan's  hateful  tyranny, 
And  everlasting  pains. 

4  Come  then,  ye  heavy-laden,  come ; 
His  instant  help  implore : 

Millions  have  found  a  peaceful  home — 
There's  room  for  millions  more. 


Q70  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steel*. 

CIOME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  oppressed, 
J  0  come,  accept  the  promised  rest : 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away, 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt — a  painful  load — 
0  come,  and  bow  before  your  God : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 
415 


HYMNS. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woow ; 
Here's  pardon,  life,  ancl  endless  peace: 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

\?71  C.  M.  FAxrawrt 

QINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 
|^     His  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way.      4 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 

In  pain  you  travail  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe ! 

4  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live 
Through  his  abounding  grace  : 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 

And  learn  his  will  divine. 

o  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thought? 

He  pardons  like  a  God  : 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 

Through  our  Redeemer's  blood. 

272  S.  M.  Epis.  Col, 


o 


CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam: 

416 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 
Behold  the  open  door : 

0  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more, 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide  ; 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

Q73  8,  7  &  4.  Hart 

Come  and  welcome. 

/^OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
\J     Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power: 
He  is  able, 

He  is  willing:  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you : 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall  ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all: 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies : 
27     .  417 


HYMNS. 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him; 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood : 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

274  C.  M.  E.  Jones 

Come  to  Jesus. 

(10ME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
J     A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed. 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  : 
I  know  his  courts  ;   I  '11  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 

&  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess; 
I'll  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
418 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die. 


275  12s.  Thoknbt. 

Free  Grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "Escape  to 
the  mountain :" 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a 

fountain : 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgres- 
sion, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salva- 
tion. 

Chorus. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a 

pardon  : 
We'll   praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 

I  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour 
repair : 

Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy ;  and  can  you  for- 
bear ? 

Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a 
mountain, 

His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 

419 


HYMNS. 

3  Now  Jesus,   our  King,   reigns  triumphantly 

glorious ; 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  vic- 
torious : 

With  shouting  proclaim  it — 0  trust  in  his  pas- 
sion : 

He  saves  us  most  freely — 0  precious  salva- 
tion ! 

4  Our  Jesus  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victo- 

rious ; 

He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glo- 
rious : 

To  Jesus  we  '11  join  with  the  great  congrega- 
tion, 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 

the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  '11  praise  him  the 

more : 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever ! 


376  S.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

THE  Spirit  in  our  hearts 
Is  whispering,  Sinner,  come : 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  Come  ! 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  Come ! 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
0  let  him  freely  come, 

420 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life: 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  I  quickly  come : 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thy  hour: 

0  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

377  C.  M.  Luth.  Col. 

OWHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls 
Are  freely  welcome  here  : 

Salvation  like  a  river  rolls, 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds* 
Your  every  burden  bring  : 

Here  love,  unchanging  love  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

4  Whoever  will — 0  gracious  word ! — 
Shall  of  this  stream  partake : 

Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 
Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 

Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

978  C.  M.  Steele. 

The  Gospel  Feast. 

YTE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
X      Behold  a  royal  feast, 
421 


IIYMNS. 

Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 
He  calls — he  bids  you  come  : 

Though  guilt  restrains  and  fear  alarms, 
Behold,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  0  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love ; 

While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  th'  eternal  throne, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  songs  on  earth  Unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 

Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
And  enter  while  there  's  room. 


379  L.  M.   6l. 

The  Gospel  adapted  to  give  Peace  and  Rest. 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  notes  of  woe; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow: 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 
Unburthen  here  thy  weighty  load; 

Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 
And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God: 

Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word ! 

For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 
422 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

280  L-  M-  J-  Wesley 

Sinners  invited  to  living  Waters. 

HO !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh ; 
'T  is  God  invites  the  fallen  race  : 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come : 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call : 

Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  find  his  grace  is  free  to  all. 

Q81  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  River  of  Life. 

GREAT  Source  of  being  and  of  love, 
Thou  waterest  all  the  worlds  above ; 
And  all  the  joys  which  mortals  know, 
From  thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 

2  A  sacred  spring,  at  thy  command, 
From  Sion's  mount,  in  Canaan's  land, 
Beside  thy  temple  cleaves  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 

3  This  gentle  stream,  with  sudden  force, 
Swells  to  a  river  in  its  course ; 
Through  desert  realms  its  windings  play, 
And  scatter  blessings  all  the  way. 

4  Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair, 
The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear ; 
Their  blossoms  fragrant  odors  give, 
And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 

5  Flow,  wondrous  stream,  with  glory  crowned, 
Flow  on  to  earth's  remotest  bound; 

And  bear  us,  on  thy  gentle  wave, 
To  him  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 
423 


HYMNS. 

282  S.  M.  DOBELL 

Now  the  accepted  Time. 

NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay,  • 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day : 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 
And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 

Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 

283  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

ALL  yesterday  is  gone  ! 
To-morrow's  not  our  own: 
0  sinner,  come  without  delay 
To  bow  before  the  throne. 

2  0  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
And  harden  not  your  heart : 

To-morrow,  with  a  frown,  he  may 
Pronounce  the  word  Depart ! 

284  C-  M-  Watti. 

Pardon  and  Sanctification  offered. 

IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
To  gather  empty  wind ; 
424 


WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Our  God  will  every  want  supply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace: 

He  gives  by  covenant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

3  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souis, 
And  wash  away  our  stains 

In  that  clear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Poured  from  his  dying  veins. 

4  There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 
And  deep  engrave  his  law, 

And  every  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw. 

5  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 
And  we  shall  render  praise ; 

We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

285  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 
God's  gracious  Call  to  Sinners. 

LET  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
To  draw  our  hearts  above  ; 
For,  lo  !   the  great  Jehovah  speaks, 
And  every  word  is  love. 

2  Lord,  help  us  now  to  seek  thy  face 

By  Christ,  the  living  way  ; 
And  praise  thee  for  this  hour  of  grace 

Through  an  eternal  day. 

286  C.  M.  CoLLYua 

Invitation  to  Sinners, 

RETURN,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home; 
Thy  Father  calls  for  thee : 
425 


HYMNS. 

No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 
In  guilt  and  misery. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee: 

The  Spirit  and  the#Bride  say,  Come: 
0  now  for  refuge  flee. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  Jiome ; 
'Tis  madness  to  delay : 

There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day. 

387  L-  M.  COLLYER 

Invitation  to  Wanderers. 

T)ETURN,  0  wanderer,  return, 
JLV/     And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  . 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace* 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart : 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live : 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear  . 

'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn  ;" 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

388  L-  M.  Grigq 

Christ  knocking  at  the  Door. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door: 
He  gently  kuocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
426 


WARNINGS   AND   INVITATIONS. 

Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands: 
0  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will :   the  very  friend  you  need — 
The  friend  of  sinners :  yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 

That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him  ere  his  anger  burn : 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return: 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


Q89  L.  M  Watti 

Inducements  to  seek  Christ. 

THUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 
Blest  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word, 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  The  soul  that  seeks  me  shall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth  and  heavenly  gain  i 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward — 
Life,  and  the  favor  of  the  Lord. 
427 


HYMNS. 

p,90  7s.  Pratt's  Col. 

Sinners  urged  to  accept  the  Invitation, 

V/TE  who  in  his  courts  are  found, 
X    Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 

Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 

Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes ; 

View  this  bleeding  sacrifice ; 

See  in  him  your  sins  forgiven, 

Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven : 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 


A' 


391  S.  M.  Hyde. 

Grieving  the  Spirit. 

ND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 
The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 

Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 
Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 

To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace  so  dearly  bought 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 

Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

428 


WARNINGS   AND   INVITATIONS. 

5  Then  harden  not  thy  heart 

Against  the  Spirit's  voice : 
To  Christ  submit ;  from  sin  depart ; 

Make  wisdom's  ways  thy  choice. 

292  7s.  C.  Weslk* 

Expostulation, 

SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Maker  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  }tou  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you  why : 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
He  who  died  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  yoivr  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

4  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  the  Spirit  asks  you  why : 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love ; 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

0  ye  dying  sinners,  why — 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 

293  L.  M.  Watts 

SINNER,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  X 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown ! 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ! 
429 


HYMNS. 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urged  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams  f 

Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 

The  glories  of  his  dying  pains — 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold! 


294  L.  M.  Hydb 

Warnings  by  the  Holy  Spirit. 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  heedless  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice ; 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call: 

It  bade  thee  make  the  happy  choice, 
And  take  the  Saviour  for  thy  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 

The  gospel  call  no  longer  slight; 
Obey,  and  free  salvation  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  hardened,  self-destroying  men : 

They  who  presume  his  love  to  grieve 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be: 

0!   shouldst  thou  grieve  him  thus  away, 
He  never  would  return  to  thee. 
430 


•WARNINGS    AND    INVITATIONS. 

995  7s. 

Sinners  admonished. 

SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared  ; 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  : 

For  his  judgments  stand  prepared  ; 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes ; 
Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee ; 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax : 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide? 
You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 

Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 
When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  : 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 

And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

296  C.  M.  Hart. 

Sinners  warned  and  invited. 

T7AIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear: 
V      Repent — thy  end  is  nigh  : 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far: 
0  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Reflect;  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save: 
Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  be3rond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 
431 


HYMNS. 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence: 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell: 

He  '11  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 

But,  ah  !   destruction  stops  not  there  : 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls — to-day  : 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 

Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue  ; 

6  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood. 
How  vile  soe'er  ye  be  : 

Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God, 
All  given  entirely  free. 

97  C.  M. 

Perdition. 

FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 
Those  gloomy  regions  lie 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play, 
The  worm  sball  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God,  his  angry  breath, 
Supplies  and  fans  the  fire; 

Then  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would,  but  can't,  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 
With  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 

And  woe  and  wrath  in  every  form 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world  indeed  :  ah  !  who  can  beai 
For  ever  there  to  dwell, 

For  ever  sinking  in  despair, 
Tn  all  the  pains  of  hell? 
432 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION. 

Q98  8s.  &  7s. 

Hell. 

SINNER,  hell  is  deep  and  yawning ; 
Quenchless  fires  are  raging  there  : 
Not  a  beam  of  hope  is  dawning 
On  those  regions  of  despair. 

2  Like  some  vast  volcanic  crater, 
Burning  waves  of  lava  swell, 

Rage,  and  toss,  and  mourn,  and  labor ! 
Such,  0  sinner,  such  is  hell. 

3  Conscience  is  the  worm  undying ; 
Guilt  the  everlasting  pain  ; 

Love  rejected,  slighted,  plying 
Fuel  to  the  deathless  flame. 

4  Chains  of  darkness,  shrieks,  and  groan* 
Blasphemies  and  madness  dwell     [ings, 

'Mid  these  everlasting  burnings  ! 
This,  0  sinner,  this  is  hell ! 


£99  C.  M.  W*TT8. 

Conviction  of  Sin  by  the  Law. 

LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread : 

1  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright; 
But  since  the  precept  came 

28  '     433 


HYMNS. 

With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

8  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 

Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load; 
My  sins  revived  again  : 

I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 
Under  the  power  of  sin : 

I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 
For  some  kind  power  to  save, 

To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 


300  s-  M«  LuTH- Coi» 

MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  : 

1  feel,  alas !   that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 
I  hear  the  thunder  roar : 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  W7hen  I  review  my  ways, 
I  dread  impending  doom ; 

But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 
434 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION 

4  i  see — or  think  I  see — 
A  glimmering  from  afar ; 

A  beam  of  day,  that  shines  for  me* 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way: 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

301  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Impenitence  deplored. 

AMID  displays  of  wrath  and  love, 
What  stubborn  creatures,  Lord,  are  we  J 
No  relish  for  the  joys  of  heaven, 
No  dread  of  endless  misery. 

2  With  what  a  base  contempt  we  treat 
Thy  threatenings  and  thy  promises  1 

Duty  neglect  and  mercy  slight, 
Nor  fear  to  sin,  nor  seek  to  please. 

3  Could  angels  weep,  for  us  they'd  mourn : 
Break,  then,  these  flinty  hearts,  0  God! 

Sure  we  must  melt  beneath  thy  grace, 
Or  feel  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 

^02  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Confession. 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  God  of  grace, 
We  all,  like  sheep  astray, 
In  folly  from  thy  paths  have  turned, 
Each  to  his  sinful  way. 

2  Sins  of  omission  and  of  act 
Through  all  our  lives  abound : 
435 


HYMNS. 

Alas !  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
No  health  in  us  is  found. 

3  0  spare  us,  Lord !  in  mercy  spare  ! 
Our  contrite  souls  restore, 

Through  him  who  suffered  on  the  cross, 
And  man's  transgressions  bore. 

4  And  grant,  0  Father,  for  his  sake, 
That  we,  through  all  our  days, 

A  just  and  godly  life  may  lead, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 

303  "s-  Raffles 

Confession  of  Sin. 

SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  0  hear  my  ardent  cry ; 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been ; 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  broken,  bleeding  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 

4  But  with  thee  may  still  be  found 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound: 
Soothe,  0  soothe  this  troubled  breast; 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 


304  L-  c  m. 

Confession,  and  pleading  for  Pardon* 

LOOK  to  thee,  0  Lord,  alone, 
And  low  beneath  thy  gracious  throne 
Pour  out  my  ardent  prayer: 
436 


i 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION 

Pardon  my  sin,  my  soul  reprieve : 
No  hand  but  thine  can  now  relieve, 
Or  save  me  from  despair. 

2  My  trembling  spirit,  filled  with  awe, 
Beholds  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

And  bows  itself  in  dust : 
Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  just,  and  goovi: 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  blood : 

Thou  art  my  ouly  trust. 

3  Guilty,  before  thy  bar  I  plead ; 
Guilty  in  thought,  in  word,  and  deed ; 

Wholly  defiled  by  sin  : 
0  heal  the  leprosy  of  soul ! 
One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean. 

305  C.  M. 

Sins  acknowledged. 

GREAT  God,  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
Abased,  in  dust  I  fall ; 
My  crimes  of  complicated  guilt 
Aloud  for  judgment  call. 

2  I  own  my  ways  to  be  corrupt, 
My  duties  stained  with  sin : 

Make  thou  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
My  burdened  conscience  clean. 

3  Lord,  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Implant  a  holy  fear  ; 

And  through  thine  all-abounding  grace 
Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

4  On  my  distressed,  benighted  soul, 
0  cause  thy  face  to  shine ; 

Make  me  to  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  tell  me  I  am  thine.' 
437 


HYMNS. 

306  L-  M-  Ha** 

The  stony  Heart. 

OFOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away, 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake : 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  something  much  I  need : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

307  C.  M.  Stennett. 

The  Penitent. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  (lie  debt  I  owe. 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 

In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 
438 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 
And  all  my  sins  forgive : 

Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


308  c-  M-  Stennett. 

The  converted  Thief. 

AS  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 
The  penitent  confessed ; 

Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed : 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 
Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 

I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood  ; 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe 
In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 

Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 

And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 
439 


HYMNS. 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies : 
"  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 

With  me  in  paradise." 

309  7s. 

Deep  Contrition. 

JESUS,  save  my  dying  soul, 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole : 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone : 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross ; 
All  besides  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe ; 
Wilt  thou — wilt  thou  not  forgive? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

310  c.  M. 

View  of  Christ — its  Effects. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
440 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION. 

3  Sure  never,  to  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look ; 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  know  not  what  I  did, 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 
My  spirit  now  is  filled, 

That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  killed ! 


311  S.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Seeking  Christ. 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 
441 


HYMNS. 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 
From  which  I  will  not  part, 

Which  will  not  let  the  Savio  ar  take 
Possession  of  my  heart? 

4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown 
Must  surely  lurk  within ; 

Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 
Some  secret  bosom-sin. 

5  Jesus,  the  hindrance  show 
Which  I  have  feared  to  see ; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
WThat  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

6  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  power  display  ; 

Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

3X2  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

PERPETUAL  Source  of  light  and  grace, 
We  hail  thy  sacred  name : 
Through  every  year's  revolving  round, 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  all  worthless  as  we  are, 
Its  wondrous  mercy  pours, 

As  sure  as  heaven's  established  course, 
And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 

3  Inconstant  service  we  repay, 
And  treacherous  vows  renew  ; 

As  false  as  morning's  scattering  cloud, 
And  transient  as  the  dew. 

4  In  flowing  tears  our  guilt  we  mourn, 
And  loud  implore  thy  grace 

To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on 
In  all  thy  righteous  ways 
442 


CONVICTION    AND    CONFESSION. 

5  Armed  with  this  energy  divine, 
Our  souls  shall  steadfast  move, 

And  with  increasing  transport  press 
To  thy  bright  courts  above. 


D1 


3]_3  L.    M.  DODDRIDQg 

^EAR  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee! 
When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again ; 
Sometimes  revive,  sometimes  am  slain ; 
Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart 
Which,  0!  too  often  wounds  thy  heart. 

3  When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee, 

The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love  ? 

314  L   M. 

Despair  in  Self — trust  in  the  Lord. 

TTTEARY  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 
VV    Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease: 
God  that  creates  must  seal  my  peace: 
Fruitless  my  toil  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  thy  sovereign  grace  I  share. 

3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal : 
I  see  my  sin,  but  do  not  feel  ; 
Nor  shall  I  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 

413 


HYMNS. 

4  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give; 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive ; 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign — 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 

315  C.  M.  Gallaurr 

Anxious  Inquiry. 

MY  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 
If  I  attempt  to  pray, 
The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait, 
Or  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  In  painful  doubt  what  course  to  try, 
I  fear  this  long  delay ; 

And  must  I  linger  here  and  die, 
Ashamed  to  ask  the  way  ? 

3  Ye  Christian  pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 
A  stranger  to  the  road, 

The  way  that  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
To  find  a  pardoning  God? 

316  G.  M. 

Sense  of  Sin. 

THE  deep  defilement  of  the  heart, 
0  how  can  I  endure  ? 
The  inner  man,  in  every  part, 
Unholy  and  impure. 

2  How  can  I  look  to  thy  abode, 
Or  how  for  mercy  pray  ? 

0  lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
And  take  my  guilt  away 

3  If  thou  hast  shed  one  beam  of  heaven 
On  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 

'Tis  by  the  Holy  Spirit  given — 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
444 


CONVICTION   AND    CONFESSION. 

317  C.  M.  Newton. 

Pleading  in  Prayer. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea  ; 
With  this  I  venture  nigh : 

Thou  call'st  the  burdened  soul  to  theft, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 

By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  0  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name ! 

6  "Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still; 
My  promised  grace  receive:" 

?Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will. 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


445 


HYMNS. 


Christian  (fcrattB. 

31 8  C.  M.  Luth.  Col. 

Prayer  for  Repentance. 

OFOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord ; 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  ! 

2  0  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 
Which  from  repentance  flow  ; 

That  sense  of  guilt  which  trembling"  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow. 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 
For  sin  the  deep  distress, 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  0  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 
And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 

Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

319  C.  M.  Watts 

Repentance  in  view  of  Divine  Patience, 

AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive! 
And  do  we  yet  rebel ! 
'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing. love 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  sink  us  down  to  flames ; 

And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 
446 


CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 

8  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "Forbear!" 
And  straight  the  thunder  stays ; 

And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulged  our  sin ; 

Our  aching  hearts  now  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command ; 
No  more  will  we  obey  : 

Stretch  out,  0  God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 


330  0.  M. 

Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

jrp  WAS  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 

JL      Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groaned  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

2  0  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 
That  crucified  my  God; 

Those  sins  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesn 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

3  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die ; 
My  heart  has  so  decreed ; 

Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

4  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 
My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 

I  '11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 
447 


HYMNS. 

321  S.  M.  Watts 

Ingratitude  deplored. 

TS  this  the  kind  return, 
Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow ! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 

What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we ! 
And  God  as  strangely  kind ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh : 

Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  utone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

32 Q  C.  M.  Stennett. 

Indwelling  Sin  lamented. 

WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 
Before  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
So  false  as  mine  has  been; 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 

When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest? 
448 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

4  Break,  sovereign  grace,  0  break  the  charm, 

And  set  the  captive  free : 
Reveal,  great  God,  thy  mighty  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me. 


J)  2  3  7s.  Luth  Cot 

G1  OD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
X     Hear  our  sad,  repentant  song?  : 
0  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past. 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ;' 

Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent  ] 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain ; 

Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ; 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own : 

Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 

0  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs. 

1 824  S.  M.  Beddom* 

Sympathy  with  Christ  in  his  Sorrow  for  Sinners. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
29  449 


HYiMNS. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
Angels  with  wonder  see : 

Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there  's  no  weeping  there. 


325  CM.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Ashamed  of  our  Sinfulness. 

DEiVR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 
Ah  !  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 

By  earth's  low  cares  detained — betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart — 

3  From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 
True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest : 

When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfied,  unblest. 

4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
My  wandering  soul  restores : 

He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

6  0  !  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  humble,  contrite  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

C)  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face, 
450 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

And,  grateful,  own  how  kind,  Low  sweet 
Is  thy  forgiving  grace. 

896  7s.  Luth.  Col, 

Repentance  in  view  of  Christ's  Compassion* 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face ; 
Would  not  hear  his  gracious  cails ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Yet  how  great  his  mercies  are  ! 
Me  he  still  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries,  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  Jesus,  answer  from  above  : 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ? 
Lo,  I  fall  before  thy  feet. 

5  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ; 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore  ; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

827  C.  M.  Waits 

Self-righteous  Hopes  renounced. 

TTAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

V     On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 
451 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouth 
Without  a  murmuring  word ; 

Let  all  the  race  of  man  confess 
Their  guilt  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 
To  justify  us  now, 

Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 


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328  L.  M.  Watts 

[0  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 

To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 

0  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done 

3Q9  L.   M.      6  L.  COLLYER 

1  RATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
0  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry : 
452 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 

0  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

No  worth,  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile : 
No,  when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  a  while, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea — 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me ! 

3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 
One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

830  L-  M.  More 

AWAKED  from  sin's  delusive  sleep, 
My  heavy  guilt  I  feel,  and  weep : 
Beneath  a  weight  of  woes  oppressed, 

1  come  to  thee,  my  Lord,  for  rest. 

2  Now,  from  thy  throne  of  bliss  above, 
Shed  down  a  look  of  heavenly  love ; 
That  balm  shall  sweeten  all  my  pain, 
And  bid  my  soul  rejoice  again. 

3  By  thy  divine,  transforming  power. 
My  ruined  nature  now  restore ; 

And  let  my  life  and  temper  shine, 
In  blest  resemblance,  Lord,  to  thine. 

331  S.  M.  Beddo** 

Contrition. 

THOU  Lord  of  all  above 
And  all  below  the  sky, 
453 


HYMNS. 

Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done : 
0  bid  a  contrite  sinner  live 
Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 
Upon  my  conscience  lies : 

To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel, 
Thou  only  canst  remove  : 

Do  thou  display  thy  pardoning  grace 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

5  One  gracious  look  of  thine 
Will  ease  my  troubled  breast : 

0  let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest. 

332  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Absence  from  God  deprecated. 

OTHOU  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

2  See,  Lord,  tefore  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  rot  said,  Return? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 

0  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail. 
This  only  safe  retreat. 
454 


CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light; 
Without  one  cheering  ray, 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way ! 

5  0  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

333  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Returning  to  Christ. 

YE  sons  of  earth,  arise  ! 
Ye  creatures  of  a  day, 
Redeem  the  time ;  be  bold,  be  wise, 
And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2  The  year  of  gospel-grace, 
With  us  rejoice  to  see  ; 

And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  proffered  liberty. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  Lord  of  all, 
Thee  help  us  to  receive ; 

Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call, 
0  bid  us  turn  and  live ! 

4  Our  former  years  misspent, 
Now  let  us  deeply  mourn  ; 

And,  softened  by  thy  grace,  repent, 
And  to  thine  arms  return. 

334  c.  m. 

HOW  oft,  alas !   this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 
455 


HYMNS. 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  Return ! 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn: 
0  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 

And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious,  how  divine, 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine ! 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  : 

0  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet,    - 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

335  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide ; 

And  still  its  beams  unerring  dart, 
Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love 
My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 

Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 

That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 
456 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

336  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

AH  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love ! 

2  Dear  Lord,  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  thy  feet  repenting  mourn : 
There  let  me  view  thy  pardoning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

3  0  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  every  passion  of  my  soul ; 
Bid  every  vain  desire  depart, 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 


337  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

MY  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word  of  peace. 
And  all  my  warmest  powers  shall  join 
To  celebrate  thy  grace. 

2  With  gentle  voice,  call  me  thy  child, 
And  speak  my  sins  forgiven  ; 

The  accents  mild  shall  charm  mine  ear 
Like  all  the  harps  of  heaven. 

3  With  joy,  where'er  thy  hand  shall  lead. 
The  darkest  path  I'll  tread; 

With  joy  I'll  quit  these  mortal  shores, 
And  mingle  with  the  dead. 

4  When  dreadful  guilt  is  done  away, 
No  other  fears  we  know  :   • 

That  hand  which  seals  our  pardon  sure 
Shall  crowns  of  life  bestow. 
457 


HYMNS. 

338  C.  M.  Watts. 

Faith,  the  Evidence  of  Things  not  seen. 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 
It  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 
Brings  distant  prospects  home, 

Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 
By  God's  almighty  word; 

We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade 
And  be  again  restored. 

4  Abraham  obeyed  the  Lord's  command, 
From  his  own  country  driven ; 

By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land, 
But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  we  stray, 
The  promise  in  our  eye ; 

By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way 
That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 

339  C.  M.  Watts 
A  living  Faith. 

MISTAKEN  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead : 
None  but  a  living  power  unite? 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

458 


r 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  purifies  the  heart ; 
'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love ; 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  This  faith  shall  every  fear  control 
By  its  celestial  power; 

With  holy  triumph  fill  the  soul 
In  death's  appioaching  hour. 

340  L-  M. 

Living .  Faith. 

^N  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith, 
When  all  their  wcrks  exhibit  death; 
When  they  indulge  some  sinful  view 
In  all  they  say,  in  all  they  do. 

2  The  true  believer  fears  the  Lord, 
Obeys  his  precepts,  keeps  his  word, 
Commits  his  work  to  God  alone, 
And  seeks  his  will  before  his  own. 

3  A  barren  tree  that  bears  no  fruit, 
Brings  no  great  glory  to  its  root: 
When  on  the  boughs  rich  fruit  we  see, 
'Tis  then  we  cry,  "A  goodly  tree !" 

4  Never  did  men  by  faith  divine 
To  selfishness  or  sloth  incline  : 

The  Christian  works  with  all  his  power, 
And  grieves  that  he  can  work  no  more. 

341  L.  M.  Watts. 

Walking  by  Faith. 

jrpiS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
JL     We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night: 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
459 


HYMNS 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

'6  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

842  G.  M.  Tubner 

IT^AITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
]      And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
It  yields  support  in  all  our  toils, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 
The  healing  balm  to  give ; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  the  heavenly  world, 
Where  endless  pleasures  reign ; 

It  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4  Faith  shows  the  promises,  all  sealed 
With  our  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

It  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  still  unshaken,  would  we  rest, 
Till  this  frail  body  dies ; 

And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wing. 
To  endless  glory  rise. 

343  L.  M.  Watts. 

Trusting  in  the  Cross  for  Salvation. 

HERE  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 
460 


CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jesus  !  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 

Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  soul  away, 
Should  hejl  with  all  its  legions  rise. 

3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie : 

Resolved,  (for  that's  my  last  defence,) 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

4  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 

Hosanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  his  name ! 

344  L.  M. 

Faith  taking  hold  of  the  Promises. 

A   H,  why  should  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
j_X  And  sorrows  fill  my  weeping  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  the  mind  receives 
The  comforts  which  the  gospel  gives. 

2  0  for  a  strong  and  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ; 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  my  own. 

3  Then  might  the  earth's  foundations  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  : 

My  steadfast  soul  would  move  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  where  billows  roar. 
461 


HYiMNS. 

345  C.  M.  Watts 

Love  to  God. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest! 

2  Knowledge  may  boast  herself  in  vain, 
Or  fill  the  soul  with  fear ; 

Sin  will  prevail,  and  live  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  ['Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move : 

The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  they  can  never  love.] 

4  Love  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  earth's  dark  abode, 

The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

346  L.  M.  WATTi 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  or  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
402 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

.  3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  f^fed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain: 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

347  C.  M.  Swain. 
Brotherly  Love. 

HOW  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight. 
When  those  that  fear  the  Lord 
In  mutual  love  and  peace  unite, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part : 

When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ; 

3  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream 
Through  every  bosom  flows, 

And  union  sweet,  with  fond  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  filled  with  love. 

348  S.  M.  Beddomjb 

Christian  Unity. 

LET  party  names  no  more 
The  Christian  world  o'erspread; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 
463 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  envy  and  ill-will 
Be  banished  far  away, 

And  all  in  Christian  bonds  unite 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

3  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  be  found ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

4  Thus  will  the  Church  below 
Resemble  that  above, 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


349  C.  M.  Watts, 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ; 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning-star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way 
To  meet  my  dearest  Lord. 
464 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES 

350  CM.  Mrs.  Steele. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  joys  divine, 
To  thee  my  soul  aspires ; 
0,  could  I  say,  "  The  Lord  is  mine  !" 
'Tis  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  My  hope,  my  trust,  my  life,  my  Lord, 
Assure  me  of  thy  love ; 

0  speak  the  kind,  transporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fears  remove. 

3  Then  shall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice 
And  triumph  in  my  God, 

Till  heavenly  rapture  tune  my  voice 
To  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

351  c.  M. 

True  Happiness  to  be  found  only  in  God. 

TN  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er, 
In  search  of  solid  rest : 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor 
To  make  me  truly  blest. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart, 
Unworthy  of  the  mind ; 

In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
Enduring  bliss  can  find. 

3  Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  all  I  want ; 
Here  would  my  spirit  rest ; 

0  seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
And  make  me  fully  blest. 

352  L-  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  refuge,  my  almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 
30  465 


HYMNS. 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives : 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 
While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call : 

One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care : 

Depart  from  thee? — 'tis  death — 'tis  more 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie ; 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine : 

Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

353  C.  M.  Burner's  Col. 

TTTIIAT  though  no  flowers  the  fig  tree  ch>i  lie 
VV      Though  vines  their  fruit  deny  ; 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 
And  fields  no  meat  supply  ; 

2  Though  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprife, 

My  flock  cut  off  I  see ; 
Though  famine  reign  in  empty  stalls, 

Where  herds  were  wont  to  be ; 

8  Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love  ; 
tn  him  I'll  joy,  who  will  the  God 

Of  my  salvation  prove. 
4ftfi 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

4  God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 
The  source  of  lasting  joy ; 

A  joy  which  want  shall  not  impair, 
Nor  death  itself  destroy. 


354  S.  M.  -W^n* 

Adoption. 

BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing 
That  we  should  be  unknown : 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure  ; 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne : 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 
467 


HYMNS 

355  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

SOVEREIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 
Nor,  when  I  raise  my  guilty  head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father,  God — how  sweet  the  sound! 
How  tender  and  how  dear ! 

Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 
On  my  expanding  heart, 

And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwavering  I  believe, 

And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry ; 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 


356  C.  M.  Steele 

Filial  Submission. 

AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 
To  say,  "  My  Father  God?" 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  long  to  lie, 
,    And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 
For  thou  art  good  and  wise : 

Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 
And  bid  me  wait  serene 

Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 
468     . 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

4  My  Father,  0  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim, 

And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


357  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

"Y  God,  my  Father — blissful  name ! 
0  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I,  with  sweet  assurance,  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  : 

What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye? 

3  Whate'er  thy  holy  will  denies, 
I  cheerfully  resign  : 

Lord,  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise : 
0  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 
0  give  me  strength  to  bear ; 

And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 


358  C.  M.  Watts. 

Strength  and  Protection  from  God. 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  ? 
And  where  's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  Name 
That  formed  the  earth  and  sea  ? 

And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 
469 


HYMNS. 

3  Almighty  strength  and  boundless  grace 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell : 

He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 
And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 

But  we,  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

359  C.  M.  Doddridge 

AND  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord, 
To  dissipate  our  fear  ? 
Dost  thou  proclaim  thyself  our  God,  4 

Our,  God  for  ever  near  ? 

2  Dost  thou  a  Father's  kindness  feejl 
For  all  thy  humble  saints, 

A.nd  in  such  friendly  accents  speak, 
To  soothe  their  sad  complaints  ? 

3  Why  droop  our  hearts,  why  flow  our  tears 
While  such  a  voice  we  hear  ? 

Why  rise  our  sorrows  and  our  fears 
While  such  a  Friend  is  near  ? 

4  To  all  thine  other  favors  add 
A  heart  to  trust  thy  word ; 

And  death  itself  shall  hear  us  sing, 
While  resting  on  the  Lord. 

3GO  c-  M.  Smart 

GREAT  Source  of  boundless  power  and 
Attend  my  mournful  cry  :        [grace, 
In  hours  of  dark  and  deep  distress, 
To  thee  alone  I  fly. 

2  Thou  art  my  strength,  my  life,  my  stay; 
Assist  my  feeble  trust : 
470 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

0  drive  my  gloomy  fears  away, 
And  raise  me  from  the  dust. 

3  Fain  would  I  call  thy  grace  to  mind, 
And  trust  thy  glorious  name : 

Jehovah,  powerful,  wise,  and  kind, 
For  ever  is  the  same. 

4  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart 
When  earthly  comforts  die ; 

Thy  voice  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  pleasures  high. 

6  Here  let  me  rest — on  thee  depend, 

My  God,  my  hope,  my  all : 
Be  thou  my  everlasting  friend, 

And  I  shall  never  fall. 


381  C.  M.  Log  ah 

OGOD  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed, 
Thou  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace : 

God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daSy  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  0  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 
471 


HYMNS. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 

And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
Our  portion  evermore. 


3(32  S.   M.  TOPLADI 

Trust  in  God. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine: 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  this  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

Then  will  we  trust  our  gracious  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
Subside  at  his  control ; 

His  loving-kin<ln#ss  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  thee: 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 
472 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

363  7s. 

Strength  equal  to  the  Day. 

WAIT,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord ; 
.  To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 
Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 

God  has  promised  needful  grace : 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 
In  succession  thou  may'st  see ; 

This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages,  I'm  secure 
With  thy  promise  full  and  free, 

Faithful,  positive,  and  sure — 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

364  L.  M.  Watts 

Security  of  the  Believer. 

HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  I 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  his  wondrous  grace : 

Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 

Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong. 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 
473 


HYMNS. 


4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope 

In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


sc 


365  L-  M-  Watts 

The  Gospel  exemplified  in  the  Conduct. 

~^\Q  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 

The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
"When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord ; 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

366  C.  M.  Watts 

Filial  Obedience. 

C\  RACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 
\JT     Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 

His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

474 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

3.  They  find  access  at  every  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 

And  joys  that  never  fail. 

4  0  happy  souls !  0  glorious  state 
Of  overflowing  grace, 

To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face ! 

5  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne  , 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  tender  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comfort  strong : 

Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

367  S.  M.  T.  &  B 

The  vigilant  Servant. 

~\7E  servants  of  the  Lord, 
jL      Each  in  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  ! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command  ;. 
And  while  we  speak,  he's  near: 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 
475 


HYMNS. 

368  C.  M.  Watt*. 

Christian  Resignation, 

"ATAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
_j\|      And  rose  to  life  at  lirst, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 

Are  only  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 

He  gives,  and — blessed  be  his  name — 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then ; 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 

Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread; 

And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


369  c-  M-  Edmiston. 

THOU  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 
Though  now  it  seem  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 

There  is  no  mercy  here!  m 


o 


2  0  may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 
That  conies  in  kindness  down, 

Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 
476 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see : 
The  gracious  hand  that  strikes  the  blow 

Was  wounded  once  for  me. 


370  C.  M.  Boeder's  Oct 

IT  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light, 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine ; 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord  who  gives  me  all 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease, 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  my  covenant  God — 
Thrice  blessed  be  his  name  ! — 

Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

4  And  can  my  soul,  with  hopes  like  these, 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 

No,  gracious  God:  take  what  thou  please ; 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 

371  C.  M.  Hervey. 

SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
0,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ? 

•     2  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 
Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

477 


HYMNS. 

8  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring  gracious  will 

Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 
My  God,  inscribe  my  name ; 

There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb. 

37Q  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

IN  thy  rebukes,  all-gracious  God, 
What  soft  compassion  reigns  ! 
What  gentle  accents  of  thy  voice 
Allay  thy  children's  pains ! 

2  "  When  I  correct  my  chosen  sons, 
A  Father's  bowels  move  : 

One  transient  moment  bounds  my  wrath, 
But  endless  is  my  love." 

3  Our  faith  shall  look  through  every  tear, 
And  view  thy  smiling  face  ; 

And  hope,  amid  our  sighs,  shall  tune 
An  anthem  to  thy  grace. 

•4  Receive,  at  length,  my  weary  soul 

To  join  thy  saints  above  ; 
Then  shall  I  learn  a  song  of  praise 

Eternal  as  thy  love. 

873  c.  m.  Cowpeb 

Safe  trusting  in  God. 

OLORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil,  • 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 
478 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command. 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears, 

Or  tremble  at  tfte  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

8  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way  \ 
Shall  I  resist  them  both — 

A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth ! 

5  But,  ah !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies 
Will  drive  these  thoughts  away. 


B74  S.  M.  Pratt's  Cci 

Faith  prevailing  in  Trouble. 

IF,  through  unruffled  seas, 
Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee, 
We  '11  own  the  fostering  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 
And  rest  delay  to  come, 

Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
All  yield  to  thy  control ; 

>  Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 
To  make  thy  will  our  own ; 

479 


HYMNfc. 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

ft 75  C.  M.  Toptae? 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  inya  le 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
?T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away ; 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love ; 

Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  ; 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own  ; 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end ; 

Sweet  on  the  covenant  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend; 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

o  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 

0  Lord,  direct  from  thee  ? 

37(3  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steelo. 

Contentment. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
480 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

8  0  let  the  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

377  C.  M.  Doddridge 

God's  Covenant  a  Security  in  Trouble. 

MY  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 
Abides  for  ever  sure  ; 
And  in  its  boundless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 
My  Father  art  become, 

My  Saviour  my  almighty  Friend, 
xlnd  heaven  my  final  home ; 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 
For  all  that  will  is  love ; 

•  And  when  thy  way,  great  God,  is  dark, 
I  wait  thy  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant,  in  my  dying-hour, 
Shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And  when  I  wake,  shall  still  employ 
My  everlasting  song. 

378  S.   M.  DODDEIDOK. 

Casting  our  Cares  on  God. 


H 


OW  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are ! 
31  481 


HYMNS. 

Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  His  bounty  will  provide  ; 
His  saints  securely  dwell : 

That  hand  which  bears  creation  up 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 

0  seek  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  peace  and  comfort  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day : 

1  '11  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 

And  bear  a  song  away. 


379  S.  M.  Beddomr 

Humbly  waiting  on  God. 

AND  shall  I  sit  alone, 
Oppressed  with  grief  and  fear? 
To  God,  my  Father,  make  my  moan. 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  ? 

2  If  he  my  Father  be, 

His  pity  he  will  show ; 
From  cruel  bondage  set  me  free, 

And  inward  peace  bestow. 

8  If  still  he  silence  keep, 

'Tis  but  my  faith  to  try: 
He  knows  and  feels  whene'er  I  weep, 

And  softens  every  sigh. 

4  Then  will  I  humbly  wait, 

Nor  once  indulge  despair : 
My  sins  are  great,  but  not  so  great 

As  his  compassions  are. 

482 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

380  L-  M-  BEDD0M.1 

WAIT,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ; 
•    Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise : 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 
'Midst  all  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 

Still  trust  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

381  C.  M.  KlRKHAM. 

Bearing  Shame  for  Christ. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 
And  make  me  truly  bold ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let.  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 
And  treat  me  with  disdain ; 

Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 
And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 

Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 
483 


HYMNS. 

382  C.  M.  Beddomk. 

Sincerity. 

AM  I  an  Israelite  indeed, 
"Without  a  false  disguise  ? 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 
My  refuges  of  lies  ? 

2  Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain  ? 
Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 

What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk, 
The  object  I  pursue? 

3  Cause  me,  0  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
My  real  state  to  know : 

If  I  am  wrong,  0  set  me  right : 
If  right,  preserve  me  so. 

383  c-  M-  Watts 

Deploring  Spiritual  Sloth. 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 
How  they  will  toil  and  strive ! 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  to  gain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  in  courses  move  ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above ; 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
To  labor  for  our  good, 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood! 
484 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

5  Lord,  shall  we  be  indifferent  still, 
And  never  act  our  parts  ? 

Spirit  Divine,  0  come  and  fill 
And  purify  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move; 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise ; 

With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

384  C.  M.  Watt» 

Deliverance  from  Sin  desired. 

THOU  great  Redeemer,  set  me  free 
From  my  old  state  of  sin ; 
0  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee ; 
Create  new  powers  within. 

2  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears 
And  mould  my  heart  afresh  ; 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 

In  that  new  world  thy  grace  hath  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

385  .  C.  M.  Fawcett. 

Importance  of  Religion  felt. 

RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below  : 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn. 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom: 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

485 


HYMNS. 

3  0  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

4  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love 
Be  joined  with  godly  fear; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

5  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire ; 
Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies. 


386  C.  M.  Wesley's  Col. 

Prayer  for  an  increase  of  Holiness. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me ! 

2  0  for  a  heart  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0  for  an  humble,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean, 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  Thy  temper,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 
Come  quickly  from  above ; 

0  write  thy  name  upon  my  heart — 
Thy  name,  0  God,  is  love. 
486 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

387  L.  M.  Newton. 

AND  dost  thou  say,  "Ask  what  thou  wilt?" 
Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour : 

1  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin's  polluting  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart ; 
More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear : 

Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 
And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength : 

0  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 

In  all  its  height,  and  breadth,  and  length. 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 
But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign : 

Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

388  "s-  Moravian  Col. 

LAMB  of  God,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  desire  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be ! 

2  Fix,  0  fix  our  wavering  mind ; 
To  thy  cross  our  spirits  bind: 
Gladly  now  we  would  be  clean ; 
Cleanse  our  hearts  from  every  sin. 

3  Dust  and  ashes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  misery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God; 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  bloocL 

487 


HYMNS. 


4  Sinners  who  in  thee  believe 
Everlasting  life  receive ; 
They  with  joy  behold  thy  face. 
Triumph  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 


BS9  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steeli 

Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

PERMIT  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face, 
Obedient  to  thy  call ; 
To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace. 
My  strength,  my  life,  my  all. 

2  All  I  can  wish  is  thine  to  give : 
My  God,  I  ask  thy  love,, 

That  greatest  boon  I  can  receive, 
That  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires ; 
0  for  some  quickening  ray, 

To  animate  my  faint  desires, 
And  cheer  the  tiresome  way  ! 

4  While  sin  and  Satan  join  their  art 
To  keep  me  from  my  Lord, 

Dear  Saviour,  guard  my  trembling  heart, 
And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

6  Whene'er  the  tempting  foe  alarms, 

Or  spreads  the  fatal  snare, 
I  '11  fly  to  my  Redeemer's  arms, 

For  safety  must  be  there. 

6  My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  my  soul  would  rest; 

On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend, 
In  thee  I  'm  ever  blest. 
488 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 
390  L.  M.  Watts, 

C10ME,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
;     By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 

Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  Church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 


391  S.  M.  Newton. 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 
Thy  presence  and  thy  love : 

1  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith  ; 
Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 

Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

4  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 
And  wilt  my  portion  be, 

All  worldly  joys  I'll  cheerful  leave, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 
489 


0 


HYMNS. 

392  C.  M.  COWPEU. 

Longing  for  a  closer  Walk  with  God. 

FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed! 
How  sweet  their  memory  still! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove!   return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

G  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God ; 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

^93  L.  M.  Watts. 

Blessedness  of  the  Righteous. 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty: 

Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 
490 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war  ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  mercies  move 
To  acts  of  kindness  and  of  love ; 

From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean, 
Who  never  tread  the  ways  of  sin: 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  faithful,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 
'Eternal  life  is  their  reward. 

394  l.  m. 

Self-examination. 

WHAT  strange  perplexities  arise! 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies ! 
491 


HYMNS. 

What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear  ! 
How  few,  alas  !  approved  and  clear ! 

2  And  what  am  I  ?     My  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take  : 

Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  formed,  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine? 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  0  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  conscience,  clear. 

5  May  I,  consistent  with  thy  word, 
Approach  thy  table,  0  my  Lord  ? 
May  I  among  thy  saints  appear  ? 
Shall  I  a  welcome  guest  be  there  ? 

6  Have  I  the  wedding-garment  on? 
Or  do  I,  naked,  stand  alone  ? 

0  quicken,  clothe,  and  feed  my  soul ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  and  make  me  whole. 


jrpi 


JJ95  7s.  Newton 

The  important  Inquiry. 

^IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 

Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 
Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove. 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 
492 


CHRISTIAN    GRACES. 

2  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild : 

Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  found  with  all  I  do  : 

Ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you. 

3  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
View  my  sin  with  grief  and  shame; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel 
If  I  did  not  love  his  name  ? 

Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

4  0  decide  the  doubtful  case ! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  that  work  be  yet  begun : 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more ; 
Grant  me,  Lord,  thy  heavenly  ray : 

Light  and  comfort  now  restore, 
Lead  me  to  eternal  day. 


396  S.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Watchfulness 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
0,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage. 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 
493 


HYMNS. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And,  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 


&f)t  Christian  luting  in  bartous  delations 
aitfc  Ctwumstaiuts. 

397  S.  M.  Doddridge 

Vital  Union  to  Christ. 

DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
By  everlasting  bands: 
Our  hearts,  our  souls  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever-growing  zeal; 

If  millions  tempt,  us  Christ  to  leave, 
0  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  head; 

Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 

And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay: 

But.  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 
4(J4 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

6  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 

If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 


398  L.  M.  Steels 

TT7HEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
W      And  fainting  hope  almost  expirog, 
To  thee,  0  Lord,  I  lift  my  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord? 
And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die  ? 

'Tis  fixed  on  thine  almighty  word, 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky. 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure: 

His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives; 
Here  I  may  build,  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell; 
For  ever  sure  the  promise  stands : 

Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose : 
If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 

Not  death  itself — that  last  of  foes — 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 


399  L-  M.  Medley 

TKNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives!  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head ! 
495 


HYMNS. 

Z  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above ; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 

He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare ; 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4  He  lives — all  glory  to  his  name! — 
He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same : 
How  great  the  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives !" 

400  L-  M.  Watts 
Deriving  Strength  from  Christ. 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day," 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Upheld  by  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there : 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me : 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong; 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

401  *  !*•  M.  Barbae  Li) 

Christian  Fellowship. 

HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one! 
496 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 
What  tender  love  !  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  human  woe ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  smiling  face : 

How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell, 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
When  dimly  burns  frail  nature's  fire ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

4,02  S.  M.  Fawcett 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  are  called  to  part, 
It  gives  us  mutual  pain ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart. 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 
32  497 


HYMNS. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way, 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
From  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

403  C.  M.  Cennick 

BLEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 
That  will  not  let  us  part  : 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove ; 
"We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  go; 

We  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  still  his  praise  we  show. 

3  0  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  beside  ; 

Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  Richly  we  share  the  Saviour's  grace, 
We're  one  in  mind  and  heart  ; 

Not  joy  nor  grief,  not  time  nor  place, 
Not  life  nor  death  can  part. 

404:  I*   M*  BODDRIDGl. 

THY  presence,  everlasting  God, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 
498 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain ; 
When  absent,  thou  dost  make  us  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

3  To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet ; 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Give  us,  0  Lord,  within  thy  house 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows ; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 

0  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne. 


405  S.  M.  Hawker's  Col 

ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 
0  bless  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came ; 
That  blessing  still  impart: 

We  meet  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  thy  holy  word 

Wre'll  live,  and  feed,  and  grow, 
And  still  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 

4  Now,  Lord,  before  we  part. 
Help  us  to  bless  thy  name ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 
499 


HYMNS. 

406  c-  M-  C.  Weslbi 

Dedication  to  God. 

ETERNAL  Father,  God  of  love, 
To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine — wholly  thine — 0  let  us  be! 
Our  sacrifice  receive : 

Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live,  and  move, 
And  be,  with  Christ,  in  God. 

407  C.  M.  Mont.  Col 

C10ME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 
J     In  everlasting  bands, 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 
And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  otfer  fervent  prayer. 

3  Come,  let  us  share,  without  delay, 
The  covenant  of  his  grace; 

Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  memory  e'er  efface. 

4  0  may  our  rising  offspring  haste 
To  seek  their  fathers'  Goil, 

Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  lathers'  feel  have  trod. 
SOU 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

408  C.  M.  BeddoMB, 

Joining  the  Church  of  Christ. 

'VTE  men  and  angels,  witness  now, 
X      Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  kim  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break, 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 

May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 
All  needful  aid  supply. 

4  0  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 

And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

409  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

0  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction 's  done ; 
1  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine: 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 
501 


HYMNS. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart  ; 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest: 

Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part ; 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

tlO  L-  M.  Pratt's  Col 

A  Welcome  to  Christian  Felloivship. 

(^OME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
J     0  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 

Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 

We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love:" 

0  may  we  all  together  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above! 

tH  L.  M.  Watts 

The  heavenly  Race. 

AWAKE,  our  souls!   away,  our  fears! 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  ;i  cheerful  courage  on. 
r,02 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint ; 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young ; 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply  ; . 

While  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

4-12  C.  M.  Doddridge 

A   WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
j\_     And  press  with  vigor  on : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That,  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun ; 

And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 
503 


HYMNS. 

413  L-  M.  Watts. 

Christian  Warfare  and  Victor?/. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  e»41ess  joy, 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 

Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on. 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate; 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

il4  S.  M.  Heath 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer  inculcated. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  light,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldty  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  Victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down : 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  the  crown. 
504 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 

He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


43  5  CM.  Wato 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  1  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 

6  When  mat  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thine  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
505 


HYMNS. 

416  C.  M.  Steele, 

Succor  implored  in  spiritual  Conflicts. 

ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise! 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 

My  weak  resistance — ah,  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

0  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart 
Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 

My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

417  C.  M.  Moors 
Light  in  Darkness. 

OTIIOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sin  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 
506 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes  are  flown ; 

And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart. 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 
And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 
Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too  ; 

6  0,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Bid  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 

Our  peace-branch  from  above  ! 

6  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 

We  never  saw  by  day. 


418  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  heavenly  Mansion. 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved,  and  fall ; 
Then,  0  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

8  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 
That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven, 
507 


HYMNS. 

And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come ; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  oar  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace. 
But  we  would  rather  see ; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  liesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee.  * 

419  C.  M.  Watts 

Hcpe  of  Heaven  by  Christ. 

BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 
And  called  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a  joyful  hope 
That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  his  uncontrolled  decree 
Command  our  flesh  to  dust? 

Yet,  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose, 
So  all  his  followers  must. 

4  To  an  inheritance  divine 

He  taught  our  hearts  to  rise ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 
Unfading,  in  the  skies. 

6  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 
Till  his  salvation  come; 

We  walk  b}r  faith,  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 
508 


THE    CHRISTIAN 

420  L-  M-  Watt? 

The  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  the  Joy  of  Heaven 

OFOR  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  with  a  body  like  our  own. 

2  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  bright  glories  on  them  all. 

3  0  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 

And  echo  from  each  heavenly  hill 

The  glorious  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

4  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 

And  stand  and  bow  amidst  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love  ? 


421  L.  M.  Watts 

TTP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
yj      And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  ascend  on  high, 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  0  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies  ! 

How  vain  a  thing  this  world  would  be! 
How  empty  all  its  fleeting  joys  ! 

3  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 

And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 
509 


HYMNS. 

423  S.  M.  WATT8 

Rejoicing. 

pCMB,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\J     And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2   [Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Should  speak  their  joys  abroad.] 

8  Soon  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below : 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry: 

We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

4Q  3  7s.  Cenuiok. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
510 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 

Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

424  C.  M.  Watts 

This  Life  a  Pilgrimage. 

LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
No  streams  of  living  joy! 

2  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still ; 

Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

3  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 
Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 

And  with  transporting  joy  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

4  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 
Whose  hand  conducts  us  through! 

Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

4Q5  C.  M.  Doddridge, 

INTERNAL  God,  our  wondering  souls 
j     Admire  thy  matchless  grace, 
511 


HYMNS. 

That  thou  wilt  walk,  that  thou  wilt  dwell 
With  Adam's  sinful  race. 

2  Cheered  with  thy  presence,  I  can  trace 
The  desert  with  delight : 

Through  all  the  gloom,  one  smile  of  thine 
Can  dissipate  the  night. 

3  Nor  shall  I  through  eternal  days 
A  restless  pilgrim  roam:  * 

Thy  hand,  that  now  directs  my  course, 
Shall  soon  convey  me  home. 

4  Joyful  my  spirit  will  consent 
To  drop  its  mortal  load, 

And  hail  the  sharpest  pangs  of  death 
That  break  its  way  to  God. 


j_26  L-  M-  Pratt's  Col. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime, 
Above  the  vanities  of  time ; 
Remove  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  I  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  me  on  the  road, 
While  I  am  walking  back  to  God? 

Or  can  I  love  this  earth  so  well 
As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell? 

4  To  dwell  with  God,  to  taste  his  love. 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above: 
The  glorious  expectation  now 

Is  heavenly  bliss  begun  below. 
512 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

427  L.  M.  KELLET. 

\T7E  'VE  no  abiding  city  here  ; 
W      We  seek  a  land  beyond  our  sight; 
Zion  its  name— the  Lord  is  there ; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

2  0  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims,  freed  from  toil,  are  blent . 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

3  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine : 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best : 

While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

428  8,  7  &  4.  Olivm 
God  the  Pilgrim' 's  Guide. 

(^  UIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
X     Pilgrim  through  this  desert  land; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  : 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my-  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

33  513 


HYMNS. 

439  C.  M.  WATT8. 

Contemplation  of  Death  and  Glory. 

MY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  0,  could  we  die  with  those  who  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  stead, 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead ; 

3  Th^en  should  we  see  the  saints  above 
In  their  own  glorious  forms, 

And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
Before  the  summons  come, 

And  pray  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

430  C.  M.  Wattr 

Assurance  of  Heaven. 

DEATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 
And  bear  my  spirit  home : 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finished  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 

And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

8  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  : 

The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 
514 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 

But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  see 
The  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 
From  every  ill  design, 

And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

G  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain : 
To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise — Amen. 

431  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

0  COULD  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There,  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 

In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
Exposed  to  no  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 
To  guide  our  upward  aim : 

With  one  reviving  look  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  0,  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  souls  shall  rise      [spring 

To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

432  C.  M.  Watts, 

\TTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
VV      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
515 


HYMNS. 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

8  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

433  C.  M.  Watts 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 

And  linger,  trembling,  on  the  brink 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 
516 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

5  0  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove— 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise — 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ; 

0  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stoclj 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Xot  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold  flood 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

t34  C.  M.  S.  Stennett 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

/~\N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

\J     And  cast  a  wishful  eye 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 
_  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 
8  There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest9 
517 


HYMNS. 

7  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay : 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

435  C.  M.  Watt « 

Freedom  from  Sin  and  Misery  in  Heaven. 

OUR  sins,  alas  !  how  strong  they  be  ! 
And,  like  a  raging  sea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise ! 
How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 

But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 
Safe  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

3  There  to  fulfil  his  sweet  commands 
Our  speedy  feet  shall  move ; 

No  sin  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  shall  Ave  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace, 

Till  heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  smile  in  every  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  sacred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 

And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  every  song. 

,J36  CM.  Swain 

Unshaken  Hope. 

I  FIRMLY  I  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
And  view  my  starry  crown; 
No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 
518 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  The  lofty  hills  and  stately  towers 
That  lift  their  heads  on  high 

Shall  all  be  levelled  low  in  dust — 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  melt  away, 
Built  by  Jehovah's  hands  ; 

But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 

437  C.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Fellowship  with  the  Saints. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle-wings  of  love 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  his  praises  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gone ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth,  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 
One  Church  above,  beneath, 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream — of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  commands  we  bow : 

Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  How  many  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly  ! 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide  ; 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 

Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 
519 


HYMNS. 

438  9s.  &  8s.  W.  Hunter. 

My  Father-Land. 

rpiIERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed; 
j       My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fqir. 

CHORUS. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  : 
Come  favor  my  night,  angelic  band, 

And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode ; 

The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell ; 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God ! 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone 
Who  suffered  and  worshipped  with  me; 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  the}<  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live 
When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er ; 

A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 


439  C.  M.  Doddridg*. 

SING,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing: 
Ye  pilgrims,  now  for  Zion  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 
Through  all  the  blissful  road, 

Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  gracious  God. 
f)20 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

3  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head, 

While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 

With  joyful  hope  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 

44-0  C.  M.  Newtgs 

Mourning  over  departed  Comforts. 

QWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
fj     The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails. 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

14.1  L.  M.  Steelb 

Cold  Affections  lamented. 

JESUS  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 
Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care: 
But,  ah !  how  dead  to  things  divine, 
How  cold,  mv  best  affections  are ! 
521 


HYMNS. 


2  'Tis  sin,  alas !  with  dreadful  power, 
Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ; 

0  for  one  happy,  shining  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight ! 

3  Come,  dearest  Lord  ;  thy  love  can  raise 
My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 

And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 
And  tune  my  last  expiring  breath. 

442  C.  M.  Watts. 

Backsliding  and  returning. 

TT^HY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

W       My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace, 

My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days ; 

3  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 
The  flattering  world  employs 

Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

4  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 
In  chase  of  false  delight ! 

Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
Nor  ever  lose  thy  sight. 

443  L.  M.  Mont.  Cjl 

Returning  and  choosing  God. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  whose  changeless  love 
To  me,  nor  earth  nor  hell  can  part, 
When  shall  my  feet  forget  to  rove? 

Ah,  what  snail  fix  (his  faithless  heart? 
522 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

2  Why  do  these  cares  my  soul  divide, 
If  thou  indeed  hast  set  me  free  ? 

Why  am  I  thus,  if  thou  hast  died — 
If  thou  hast  died  to  ransom  me  ? 

3  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 
And  guard  the  gifts  thyself  hast  given : 

My  portion  thou,  my  treasure  art, 
My  life,  my  happiness  and  heaven. 

4  Would  aught  with  thee  my  wishes  share, 
Though  dear  as  life  the  idol  be, 

That  idol  from  my  breast  I'll  tear, 
Resolved  to  seek  my  all  from  thee. 

5  Whate'er  I  fondly  counted  mine, 
To  thee,  my  Lord,  I  here  restore: 

With  joy  I  all  for  thee  resign : 
Give  me  thyself — I  ask  no  more. 

4:4:4:  C.    M.  DOBELl/s  COL 

AGAIN,  indulgent  Lord,  return, 
With  sweet  and  quickening  grace, 
To  cheer  and  warm  my  'sluggish  soul, 
And  speed  me  in  my  race. 

2  Awake,  my  love,  my  faith,  my  hope, 
My  fortitude  and  joy  : 

Vain  world,  begone  !  let  things  above 
My  happy  thoughts  employ. 

3  Whilst  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
I  would  for  ever  own, 

Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 
Each  traitor,  from  the  throne. 

4  Instruct  my  mind,  my  will  subdue, 
To  heaven  my  passions  raise  ; 

And  let  my  life  for  ever  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 
523 


HYMNS. 

4=4z5  8s.  Newton. 

Delight  in  Christ. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flower? 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  : 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice; 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 

While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  (here. 

\  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

It    fhoii  art.  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  : 
Or  take  me  t<>  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  an  I  clouds  are  no  more. 
524 


THE    CHRISTIAN. 

446  8s.  &  7s. 

Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 

GREAT  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners, 
Thou  hast  wondrous  power  to  save  , 
Grant  me  grace,  and  still  protect  me 

Over  life's  tempestuous  wave  : 
May  my  soul  with  sacred  transport 

View  the  dawn  while  yet  afar, 
And,  until  the  sun  arises, 

Guide  me  by  the  morning-star. 

2  0  what  madness  !  0  what  folly  ! 
That  my  heart  should  go  astray 

After  vain  and  foolish  trifles, 

Trifles  only  of  a  day  ! 
This  vain  world,  with  all  its  pleasures, 

Soon,  alas  !  will  be  no  more : 
There's  no  object  worth  admiring 

But  the  God  whom  we  adore. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 
On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream 

Sweet  responses  still  repeating: 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme : 

Hark  !   they  whisper  :  lo  !  they  call  me. 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  :" 

Lo  !   I  come  ;   earth  can't  detain  me  : 
Hail !  the  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Swiftly' roll,  ye  lingering  hours; 
Seraphs,  lend  your  glittering  wings 

Love  absorbs  my  ransomed  powers, 
Heavenly  music  round  me  rings. 

Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory 
Far  above  yon  azure  sky, 

Only  now  by  faith  I  see  you ; 
Soon  I  hope  to  dwell  on  high, 
525 


0 


HYMNS. 

447  L.  M.  C.  Weslei 

Seeking  perfect  Rest  in  Christ. 

THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free : 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 

The  cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying-love. 

5  I  would,  but!  thou  must  give  the  power; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release : 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer. 
Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay : 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 

448  "s-  COWFEB 

Constancy  of  Christ's  Love. 

HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour;   hear  his  word  • 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me? 
52G 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right. 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore : 

0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


institutions  of  tlz  Gosptl. 

THE    CHURCH. 

4  49  L.  ML  Watt? 

The  Church. 

HAPPY  the  Church,  thou  sacred  place 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ; 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
527 


HYxMNS. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundation  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

°,  Thy  (foes  in  vain  designs  engage  ; 
Against  thy  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  break  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 

On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

1:50  C.    M. 

God's  tender  Care  of  his  Church. 

NOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart. 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirsty  Zion  hill 
Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 

And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  shower  salvation  down. 

8  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 
Suspicions,  and  complaints? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

4  ('an  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb, 
528 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "Yet,"  saith  the  Lord,  "should  nature 
And  mothers  monsters  prove,     [change, 

Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  Love. 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  handt 
I  have  engraved  her  name : 

My  hand  shall  raise  her  ruined  walls, 
And  build  her  broken  frame." 

451  lis.  &  10s. 

Zion  triumphant. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness ; 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more : 
Bright   o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the   day-star   of 
gladness ; 
Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 
2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  but  the  arm  that  sub- 
dued them, 
And  scattered  their   legions,  was  mightier 
far: 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 
pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of 
war. 
i  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Power  that  hath  saved 
thee,  , 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should 
be: 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 
thee ; 
Th'  oppressor  is   vanquished,   and  Zion  id 
free. 

34  529 


HYMNS. 

45  £  C.  M. 

Dedication  of  a  Church. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  good, 
Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
And  bless  thee  for  thy  gifts  bestowed 
On  pilgrims  here  below. 

2  Our  hearts  and  hands  hast  thou  inclined 
To  raise  this  house  of  prayer; 

0  may  we  seek  and  ever  find 
Thy  gracious  presence  here ! 

3  Lord,  may  thy  heralds  long  proclaim 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

And  sinners  taught  to  fear  thy  name 
Abundantly  increase. 

4  Here  may  thy  children  sweetly  feed 
On  manna  sent  from  heaven ; 

Drink  freely  at  the  fountain-head, 
Whence  living  streams  are  given. 

5  Here  let  our  offspring  and  their  sona 
Be  of  the  Saviour  blessed, 

And  thus,  while  time  its  circuit  runs, 
Find  here  a  settled  rest. 

G  To  the  eternal,  sacred  Three, 
The  great  mysterious  One, 

Now  may  this  house  devoted  be- 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

153  H.  M. 

Same  Subject. 

IN  sweet,  exalted  strains, 
The  King  of  Glory  praise ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns 

Through  everlasting  days: 
He  with  a  nod  the  world  controls* 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  pole*. 

r>so 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Great  King  of  Glory,  come, 
And  with  thy  favor  crown 

This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thy  own : 
0  condescend  in  love  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  man  below. 

3  Here  may  thine  ear  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend 
All-fragrant  to  the  skies : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  the  joys  of  heaven  around. 

4  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 

And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above ; 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

5  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polished  stones 

Through  long  succeeding  days  : 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power 
While  temples  stand  and  men  adore. 


BAPTISM. 


i  54  L.  M.  WATig 

Baptism. 

)TT\  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
JL      "Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize;" 

The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 
531 


HYMNS. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  bills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 

And  sends  his  covenant  with  the  seals, 

To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 

3  "Repent  and  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 
"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ;" 

And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  -what  the  gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  (Jod 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  : 

0  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record. 

<ff>5  CM.  Watts 

The  Promise  to  Believers  and  their  Children. 

HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abraham  and  his  seed ! 
"I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 

The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessings  sine. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  fa  it'll  confirms 
To  our  great  father  given; 

He  takes  young  children  in  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Our  God — how  faithful  are  his  ways! 
His  love  endures  the  same, 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 
532 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

450  S.  M.  Salisbury  Cou 

[ORD,  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
j     Our  eyes  delighted  trace  : 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion's  chosen  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine . 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine ! 

3  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
Thee  let  the  sons  adore ; 

.Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 

Which  in  the  promise  of  thy  love 
Includes  our  rising  race  ! 

5  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 

To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

457  L.  m. 

OLORD,  encouraged  by  thy  grace, 
We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne : 
Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place ; 
Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 

2  Remove  from  it  each  stain  of  guilt, 
And  let  this  child  be  sanctified ; 

Lord,  thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  thou  wilt, 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 
That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 
533 


HYMNS. 

4  This  infant  we  by  faith  commit 
To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care ; 

We  lay  it  at  the  Saviour's  feet — 
He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 

458  6.  M.  Felloe 

God's  Blessing  invoked  on  baptized  Children. 

(1  HEAT  God,  now  condescend 
T     To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  0  what  a  pure  delight 
Their  happiness  to  see ! 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  tnee. 

3  Now  bless,  'hou  God  of  love, 
This  ordinance  divine; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 

<^59  C.  M.  Watts. 

Children  devoted  to  God  in  Baptism. 

THUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
"I'll  be  a  God  to  thee ; 
I'll  bless  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  for  me." 

2  Abra'm  believed  the  promised  grace, 
Ami  gave  his  son  to  God  ; 

But  water  seals  the  blessing  now 
That  once  Avas  sealed  with  blood 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house 
When  she  received  the  word; 

Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 
534 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King, 

Thy  covenant  embrace : 
Our  infant  offspring  now  we  bring, 

And  supplicate  thy  grace. 

46 O  S.  M.  Epis.  Coj, 

Christ  blessing  Children 

rpHE  Saviour  kindly  calls 
J_      Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these — 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 

Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

4(31  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

BEHOLD  what  condescending  love 
Jesus  on  earth  displays ! 
To  babes  and  sucklings  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace ! 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 

To  our  forefathers  given ; 
Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

8  Forbid  them  not,  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare 

Of  such  will  heaven  consist 
535 


HYMNS. 

4  With  flowing  tears  and  thankful  hearts 

We  give  them  up  to  thee; 
Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms ; 

Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

402  L-  M-  Reed's  Col 

Baptism  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

C10ME,  Holy  Ghost,  come  from  on  high; 
J     Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou: 
The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now.  # 

2  Exert  thy  gracious  power  divine, 
And  sprinkle  thou  th'  atoning  blood: 

May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  join 
To  seal  this  child  a  child  of  God. 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

463  L.  M.  Watts 

The  Lord's  Supper  instituted. 

jrpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
JL     When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God\s  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes — 

2   Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake  ; 

What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

8   "This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin: 
Receive  and  eat.  the  living  food  ;" 

Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine: 
"'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 
53G 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  "Do. this,"' he  cried,  "till  time  shall  end 
In  memory  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb. 

464  C.  M.  Watts 

Christ's  dying  Love. 

HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  Son! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  When  justice,  by  our  sins  provoked, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 

He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke 
Without  a  murmuring  word. 

3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raise  us  to  his  throne ; 

There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
But  cost  bis  heart  a  groan. 

4  Tbis  was  compassion  like  a  God, 
That  though  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
His  love  is  still  as  great : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

6  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 

A.nd,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt,. 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 
537 


HYMNS. 

4t>5  S.  M.  Watib 

Benefits  of  Communion. 

JESUS  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board* 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one ; 

We  the  dear  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 
His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 

Let  love  divine  fill  every  breast. 
And  tune  the  heart  to  praise. 

466  0.  M.  Watts 

Guests  drawn  in  by  Divine  Love. 

HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 
Join  to  admire  the  feast, 

Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest? 

3  •'  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
And  enter  while  there's  room, 

When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  starve  than  come?" 
538 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 
That  gently  drew  us  in ; 

Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  0  our  God ! 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 
That  all  the  chosen  race 

May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

1.(37  C.  M.  Stennett. 

IORD,  at  thy  table  we  behold 
j     Tlie  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome  place — 

2  We,  who  are  all  defiled  with  sin, 
And  rebels  to  our  God ! 

We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood ! 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  we,  so  lost,  have  room ! 

Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 
And  freely  bids  us  come. 

4  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 
Join  all  your  sacred  powers  : 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love: 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

t68  L.  M.  Steele 

Penitent  View  of  the  Saviour's  Sufferings. 

LORD,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
Amid  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 
589 


HYMNS. 

Sweet  hope  revives  my  drooping  heart, 
And  bids  intruding  fears  depart. 

2  Repentant  sorrow  fills  my  heart. 
But  mingling  joy  allays  the  smart; 

0  may  my  future  life  declare 
The  sorrow  and  the  joy  sincere. 

3  Be  all  my  heart  and  all  my  days 
Devoted  to  my  Saviour's  praise ; 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 
How  much  I  owe,  how  much  I  love. 

469  C.  M.  Wattk 

The  New  Covenant  sealed. 

THE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
Shall  stand  for  ever  good, 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 
I  set  my  worthless  name ; 

1  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 
Which  Jesus  did  bequeath: 

'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying-groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

4  The  light  and  strength,  the  pardoning 
And  glory  shall  be  mine  :  [grace 

My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

47 Q  7s.  Pratt's  Col 

Spiritual  Nourishment  from  Christ. 

QREAD  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 

For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed : 

540 


B' 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  the  true  and  living  bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the'life  of  him  who  died  ; 
Lord  of  life,  0  let  us  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee ! 


471  C.  M.  Stbnnbtt 

HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
To  feed  on  food  divine  : 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  who  prepares  this  rich  repast 
Himself  comes  down  and  dies, 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow ; 
0  what  delightful  food  ! 

We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 
Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

For  me,  each  welcome  guest  may  say — 
'Twas  all  endured  for  me. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 
Dear  Saviour — so  divine  ! 

Well  thou  mnyest  claim  that  heart  of  me 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 
541 


HYMNS. 

472  L.  M.  Union  Col. 

Remembering  Christ  at  his  Table. 

T7ES,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  love, 
.1      Thou  dearest,  tenderest,  best  of  friends ! 
Thy  dying-love  the  noblest  praise 
Of  long  eternity  transcends. 

1  'Tis  pleasure,  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  glories  through  these  veils  to  see  : 

Celestial  food  thy  table  yields, 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee  ! 

473  L.  M.  Watts. 

Glory  in  Christ  Crucified. 

AT  thy  command,  0  gracious  Lord, 
We  celebrate  thy  dying-feast : 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  board, 
And  dwell  with  every  humble  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  redeeming  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died; 

We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
Through  him  that  once  was  crucified. 

3  What  though  the  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause? 

We  come  to  boast  a  Saviour's  name, 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

"  He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb  '. 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come." 

4*74  C.  M.  Montgomery 

Remembering  Christ. 

VCCOKDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
512 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be : 

Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget, 
Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  thee  ; 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 
And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 

When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 


175  7s. 

Sacramental  Meditations. 


j 


While  I  would  renew  my  vow, 
And  record  thy  dying-love  ; 
Hear,  and  help  me  from  above. 

2  Feed  me,  Saviour,  with  this  bread, 
Broken  in  thy  body's  stead ; 
Cheer  my  spirit  with  this  wine, 
Streaming  like  that  blood  of  thine. 
543 


HYMNS. 

3  And  as  now  I  eat  and  drink, 
Let  me  truly,  sweetly  think, 
Thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
Broken,  bleeding  there — for  me. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    SABBATH. 

476  S.  M.  Wat?p 

The  Sabbath  a  Delight. 

TTTELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

\  \      That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day: 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

477  II.  M.  He  yw  a  ill 

U  "ELCOME,  delightful  morn, 
\  \      Thou  day  of  Bacred  rest ! 

I  hail  thy  kind  return  : 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest. 
From  low  delights  and  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  Immortal  joys. 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 

Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 


478  C.  M.  Kellt 

AND  now  another  week  begins : 
This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  : 
This  day  he, rose,  who  bore  our  sins; 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing ! 
Their  voices  fill  the  sky : 

They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 

3  We'll  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise; 
Their  joys  0  may  we  feel: 

Our  thankful  song  with  them  we'll  raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  saints,  and.  grateful  sic# 
Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord  ; 

Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King, 
Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  Word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  thee  we  hail, 
High  on  thy  throne  above ; 

Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We'll  sing  thy  matchless  love. 
35  545 


HYMNS. 

-i79  L.  M.  Epis.  Coi> 

MY  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day ; 
My  thoughts,  0  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart,  to  thee  alone, 
Nor  would  receive  another  guest : 

Eternal  King,  erect  thy  ihrcne, 
And  reign  sole  monarch  :n  my  breast. 

*  0  bid  this  trifling  world  retire. 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away  ; 
r^or  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 
One  sinful  thought,  through  all  th^  *iay 

*  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 

The  wonders  of  tby  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

4-80  k.  M.  Stennet*. 

The  Rest  of  the  Sabbath. 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest; 
Improve  the  day  tby  God  has  blest. 

2  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
A.s  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows ; 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
The  dearest  pledge  of  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

546 

\ 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view 
In  varied  scenes,  both  old  and  new  ; 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past ; 
With  hope  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  : 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

481  C.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

COME,  let  us  join  with  sweet  accord 
In  hymns  around  the  throne: 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made,  and  called  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blessed, 

The  brightest  of  the  seven  ; 
Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 


|  482  L-  M.  DOBELL. 

Preparation  for  the  Duties  of  the  Sabbath  implored. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day ; 
Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away ; 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
1  With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blessed 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then,  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
■  And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 

With  all  the  ransomed,  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 
547 

ll 


HYMNS. 
^83  I*.  M.     6  l.  Steele. 

G1  REAT  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
r     Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers; 
With  joy  we  now  to  thee  resign 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours  : 
0  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

2  All-seeing  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore ; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more : 
0  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 
And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above ! 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 
And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 

Engage  the  ear  and  warm  the  heart; 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine ; 
Our  souls  shall  then  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

4-.S4=  L.  M.  Harrison 

Sabbath  day. 

AWAKE,  my  heart !  my  soul,  arise  ! 
This  is  the  day  believers  prize ; 
Improve  this  Sabbath  then  with  care; 
Another  may  not  be  thy  share. 

2  0  solemn  thought!   Lord,  give  me  powe 
Wisely  to  fill  up  every  hour : 
0  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love 
To  bear  my  heart  and  soul  above ! 

3  Je3us,  assist,  nor  let  me  fail 
To  worship  thee  within  the  veil; 
To  glorify  thy  matchless  grace, 
To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

548 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  Be  with  me  in  thy  house  to-day, 
And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray ; 
Command  thy  word  to  fall  like  dew, 
Refreshing,  quickening  all  anew. 

5  Call  forth  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  ro?e 
O'er  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love  : 

0  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 

Nor  keep  me  from  my  Saviour's  breast. 

6  Give  to  thy  Church  a  large  increase ; 
Send  her  prosperity  and  peace ; 

May  all  the  saints  in  Zion  say, 
0  happy,  happy,  happy  day ! 


185  L.  M. 

The  Sabbath  Evening. 

HOW  sweet  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve  ! 
How  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there ! 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  praise  and  prayer. 

2  The  time  how  lonely  and  how  still ! 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below : 

The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

3  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love; 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

4  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long ; 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod, 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 
549 


HYMNS. 

486  H.  M.  Scott. 

Resurrection  of  Christ  celebrated. 

A    WAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
j\_     And  burst  the  slothful  band ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  noblest  songs  demand: 
Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  resigned 

The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined: 
Th'  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
And  midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 

While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
"  Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign." 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 

While  justice,  truth,  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war: 
Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

4  87  c-  M-  Barbacld 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  0  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapped 
A  sinful  world  in  gloom! 
550 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

0  what  a  Sun  which  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 

Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 

Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 


488  C.  M.  S.  Wesley,  Jr. 

The  Sabbath  commemorative  of  Christ's  Resurrec- 
tion. 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 

2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  blest  and  pious  grow ; 

By  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 
Of  glory  was  displayed 

By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 
Wi;h  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 

'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught; 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 
551 


HYMNS 

489  L.  M.  DODDIIIDGB 

The  eternal  Sabbath. 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
"Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

i  Thine  earthly  Snbbaths,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

490  C.  if. 

Longing  for  the  eternal  Sabbath. 

WHEN,  dearest  Saviour,  when  shall  I 
Behold  thee  all  serene, 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 
Amid  a  world  of  cares ; 

Incline  my  roving  heart  to  pray, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Thy  Spirit,  0  my  Father,  give. 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend ; 

To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 
Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 
552 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

491  L-  M-  Watts 

Pleasing  Remembrance  of  the  Sabbath. 

LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee ! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way, 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go; 
'Tis  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  below: 
Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

8  0  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word, 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 
That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

492  L-  M.  Watts. 

Delight  in  Worship. 

FA  R  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see — 

1  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  0  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire : 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

553 


HYMNS. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying-love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 


493  L-  M. 

Pleasures  of  Public  Worship. 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  i 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 

0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  ''Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faitli  may  view  thy  face ; 

0  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place ! 

494  l.  M. 

WHEN  to  his  temple  God  descends, 
He  holds  communion  with  his  friends 
His  grace  and  glory  there  displays, 
And  shines  with  bright  but  friendly  rays. 

2  While  hovering  o'er  the  happy  place, 
The  Spirit  sheds  his  heavenly  grace, 
To  fix  our  thoughts,  our  hearts  to  raise, 
And  tune  our  souls  to  love  and  praise. 
554 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

3  'T  is  here  we  learn  the  blessed  skill 
To  know  and  do  our  Maker's  will ; 
And,  while  we  hear,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
With  heavenly  joy  we  soar  away. 

4  0  dearest  hours  of  all  I  know  ! 
0  sweetest  joys  of  all  below  ! 

Here  would  I  choose  my  fixed  abode. 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 


495  S.  M.  Stennett 

HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  glories  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  contrite  soul  presents  ; 

And  while  he  hears  their  humble  sighs, 
He  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 


496  C.  M.  Steele 

The  Presence  of  God  sought  in  his  House. 

C^OME,  0  thou  King  of  all  thy  saints, 
J     Our  humble  tribute  own, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints 
We  bow  before  thy  throne. 
555 


HYMNS. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 
With  warm  devotion  rise ! 

How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 

3  But,,  ah!   the  song,  how  faint  it  flows! 
How  languid  our  desire  ! 

How  cold  the  sacred  passion  glows, 
Till  thou  the  heart  inspire  ! 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts,  enraptured,  say, 
Come,  great  Redeemer  ;   come, 

And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

497  C.  M.  Newton. 

r\  REAT  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear: 
VT     Thy  presence  now  display  : 
We  kneel  within  thy  house  of  prayer; 
0  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  The  clouds,  which  veil  thee  from  our  sight, 
In  pity,  Lord,  remove; 

Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  thy  love. 

3  Help  us,  with  holy  fear  and  joy, 
To  kneel  before  thy  face ; 

0  make  us,  creatures  of  thy  power, 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

4:08  ~s-   6  L-  Newtoh 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
556 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day: 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise ; 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

499  C.  M.  Presb.  Col 

WITHIN  thy  house,  0  Lord  our  God, 
In  glory  now  appear ; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thine  awful  seat  surround. 
Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart : 

And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain ; 
Here  give  the  mourners  rest- 

557 


HYMNS. 

Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  humble  prayer  arise, 
Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ 

In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

500  "s-  MONTGOMERT. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessing  on  Public  Worship 

rPO  thy  temple  we  repair ; 
X    Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there ; 
There  within  the  veil  we  meet 
Thee  upon  the  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Tune  our  lips,  unloose  our  tongue  ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend : 

Hear  us  when  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn; 
That  at  evening  we  may  say, 

"We  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

5Q1  C.  M.  Hoskins 

IN  thy  great  nnme,  0  Lord,  we  come, 
To  worship  at  thy  feet; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet 
558 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  We  come  jto  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice: 

Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek ; 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  and  praise,  and  hear 
And  understand  thy  word  ; 

To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

503  7s.  Hammond 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now ; 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow : 
0  do  not  our  suit  disdain! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace ; 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay : 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope, 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee 

559 


HYMNS. 

503  C.  M.       %  Barbauld. 

The  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart. 

WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 
How  spread  his  praise  abroad  ? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise, 

And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man !  creation's  Lord 
Thy  offerings  well  may  spare  ; 

But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  sbalt  find 
Thy  God  will  hear*  thy  prayer. 

504  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Before  Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  eternal  Lord, 
Thy  gracious  power  make  known  ; 
Touch,  by  the  virtue  of  thy  word, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

2  Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead. 
And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 

0  let  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3  Let  us  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 

Lay  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  light  that  shines  so  clear: 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  in  mercy  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 
560 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

505  8,  7  &  4.  Pratt's  Col 

C10ME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 
;     Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed : 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit ; 
Raise  the  weak  ;   the  hungry  feed  : 

From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 

2  Help  us  all  to  seek  the  blessing 
Which  thou  waitest  now  to  give : 

Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive, 

And  for  ever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

506  ~s-  Kelly 

SAVIOUR,  bless  thy  word  to  all; 
Quick  and  powerful  let  it  prove : 
0  may  sinners  hear  thy  call ! 
Let  thy  people  grow  in  love. 

2  Thine  own  gracious  message  bless  ; 
Follow  it  with  power  divine  ; 

Give  the  gospel  great  success — 
Thine  the  work,  the  glory  thine. 

3  Saviour,  bid  the  world  rejoice; 
Send,  0  send  thy  truth  abroad; 

Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice — 
Hear  it,  and  return  to  God. 

507  C.  M.  Pratt's  Cot 
Prayer  for  Sincerity  in  Worship. 

IORD,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 
j     And  our  confessions  pour, 
0  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 
36  5G1 


HYMNS. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 

Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

8  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

0  let  our  wills  resign, 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 

Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  And  when  with  heart  and  voice  we  strive 
Our  grateful  hymns  to  raise, 

Let  love  divine  within  us  live, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  praise. 

5  Then,  on  thy  glories  while  we  dwell, 
Thy  mercies  we'll  review; 

With  love  divine,  transported,  tell, 
"Thou,  God,  art  Father  too." 

508  C.  H.  Steele 

C10ME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
)     And  joy  to  make  it  known  ; 
The  Sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 

And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

I   And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise: 
Th}r  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

4  0  happy  period,  glorious  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 

With  all  their  powers,  their  raptured  lay 
To  celebrate  thy  praise! 
662 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

>09  L.  M.  Cowper. 

Christ  ever  present  in  his  Churches. 

JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

510  L.  M.  Wesley's  Col. 
The  Presence  of  God  realized. 

LO,  God  is  here !  let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place: 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here !  him  day  and  night 
Th'  united  choirs  of  angels  sing : 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts !  0  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill: 

Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

511  L.  M.  Stoweli 

The  Mercy-seat. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
563 


HYMNS. 

There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed, 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 

Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagle-wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  0  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 

512  L-  M. 

Dismissions. 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 
564 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

513  8,  7  &  4.        Burder's  Col, 

LOUD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace: 
Let  us,  each  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

0  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  Then,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


Gc 


514  8,  7  &  4.  Keli/i 

i  OD  of  our  salvation,  hear  us ; 
Bless,  0  bless  us,  ere  we  go ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 
Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow : 

Saviour,  keep  us — 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

2  May  Ave  live  in  view  of  heaven, 
Where  we  hope  to  see  thy  face ; 
Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven, 
All  that  might  obscure  thy  grace ; 

Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 
505 


HYMNS. 

3  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 
To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 

May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come , 

And,  when  dying, 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

515  L.  M.  Pratt's  (01. 

rpHE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals. 
JL     And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts  1 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 

Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here ! 

516  C.  M.  Brown. 
Languid  Devotion  lamented. 

FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 

How  languid  are  its  flames ! 
2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love; 

Our  follies,  Lord,  forgive : 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 

And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
8  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 
With  heavenly  lustre  shine, 

Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 
666 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

5  There  shall  we  join,  and  never  tire, 

To  sing  immortal  lays  ; 
And  with  the  bright,  seraphic  choir, 

Sound  forth  Immanuel's  praise. 


517  L.  M. 

At  parting.     Farewell. 

0  HAPPY  day,  when  saints  shall  meet 
To  part  no  more  ! — the  thought  is  sweet- 
No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart, 
Oft  felt  below  when  Christians  part. 

2  0  happy  place,  I  still  must  say, 
Where  all  but  love  is  done  away ! 
All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past ; 
Their  social  feast  will  ever  last. 

3  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain 
As  there  in  every  heart  will  reign : 
There  separations  can't  compel 
The  saints  to  bid  the  sad  farewell. 

4  On  earth,  when  friends  together  meet, 
And  find  the  passing  moments  sweet, 
Time's  rapid  motions  soon  compel 

With  grief  to  say,  Dear  friends,  farewell! 

5  The  shepherd  feels  the  smarting  shock 
Of  parting  from  his  weeping  flock ; 

His  feelings  for  them  none  can  tell, 
Wrhen  forced  to  say,  My  friends,  farewell ! 

6  The  happy  season  soon  will  come 

i  When  saints  shall  meet  in  heaven,  their  home, 

Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
!  Nor  ever  hear  the  sound,  Farewell. 
5G7 


HYMNS. 

518  L-  M.  Dr.  Cossitt, 

Camp -meeting. 

HERE,  in  this  consecrated  grove, 
Thy  people,  gracious  Lord,  atttn'l, 
Entreating  that  from  heaven  above 
Thy  grace  and  Spirit  may  descend. 

2  Our  worldly  cares  we  leave  behind  ; 
To  richer  treasures  we  aspire : 

0  Lord,  possess  each  heart  and  mind, 
Filling  our  souls  with  sacred  lire. 

3  Let  prayer,  like  holy  incense,  rise, 
And  quick  and  powerful  be  thy  word ; 

Thy  Spirit  grant  us  rich  supplies 
Of  grace  and  mercy  from  our  Lord. 

4  May  every  saint  be  edified  ; 
May  every  sinner  be  alarmed; 

Conversions  be  so  multiplied, 

That  Satan's  hosts  shall  be  disarmed. 

5  May  every  soul  assembled  here, 
Submission  yield  to  mercy's  call, 

And,  to  the  Saviour  drawing  near, 
Be  saved  by  him  who  died  for  all. 

6  Thy  truth  and  love,  to  us  so  dear, 
Will  quicken,  comfort,  bless,  sustain, 

Giving  us  grace  to  persevere, 

TiH  we  with  Christ  in  glory  reign. 


568 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 


PRIVATE    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

519  C.  M.  Rippon's  Coi. 

Desire  to  meet  God  in  secret. 

FATHER,  Divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  There  may  thy  piercing  eye  survey 
My  solemn  homage,  paid 

With  every  morning's  dawning  ray 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  0  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 
The  incense  still  inflame, 

While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  secrets  of  thy  love 
My  soul  in  secret  bless ; 

So  shalt  thou  deign  in  worlds  above 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

590  C.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

UPHELD  by  God's  almighty  arm, 
I  passed  the  shades  of  night 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
And  see  returning  light. 

2  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 
And  restless  pains  and  woes,  • 

In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes: 
How  soft  was  my  repose ! 
569 


HYMNS. 

3  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 
My  waking  hours  attend; 

From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
.And  guide  my  future  dajTs  ; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


521  S.  M.  Scott. 

Morning  Song. 

SEE  how  the  rising  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way, 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise 
With  every  brightening  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  parent  sing, 

And  to  its  great  Original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 
I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 

By  thee  perfumed,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

5  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee, 

And  in  thy  blessed  presence  spend 
A  long  eternity. 
570 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

THOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 
Kindly  aid  my  morning  song : 
Thankful  from  my  couch  I  rise 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night ; 
'Twas  thy  hand  restored  the  light: 
Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray ; 
0  preserve  me  through  the  day : 
Dangers  everywhere  abound ; 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

523  L.  ML  Watts 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

GOD  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  riss 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  0,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 
571 


HYMNS. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  : 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this 

524  C.  M.  Watts 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  : 

My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  3'et  his  wrath  delays. 

4  How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 
Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 

And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run  ! 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  I  enjoy  the  light; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

505  L.  M.  Kenned i 


A 


WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 

572 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heait, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


596  C.  M.  Steele 

G^  OD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
Y     To  thee  I  cheerful  raise: 
Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 

■  2  Preserved  by  thy  almighty  arm, 
I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene,  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

8  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes, 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 
573 


HYMNS. 

4  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 
Through  all  this  day  attend: 

From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days ; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


527  C.  M.  Mrs.  Browj 

Secret  Prayer  at  Twilight. 

JLOVE  to  steal  a  while  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  ren^w 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

6  And  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er. 

Ma}r  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 

And  lead  to  endless  day. 

574 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

528  C.  M.  Watts 

Evening  Song. 

"r\READ  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  soup 
Xj     Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 

And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared.] 

3  Perpetual  mercies  from  above 
Encompass  me  around ; 

But  0,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 
To  save  my  wretched  soul? 

How  are  my  follies  multiplied 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  miue, 
To  thy  dear  cross  I  fle*, 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

529  C.  M.  Steel* 
Evening  Song. 

(1  REAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
X     With  gratitude  I'll  raise: 
Let  mercy  now  attune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  praise. 

57f> 


HYMNS. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  ?is  they  pass, 
And  every  circling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
That  show  th}7  love  and  power. 

3  While  thou  that  love  and  power  afford 
I'm  safe  from  every  harm: 

Can  danger  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  gracious  arm  ? 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close; 
And  deep  refresh  my  frame ; 

Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  to  praise  thy  name. 


530  C.  M.  H.  K.  Whit* 

Evening  Worship. 

OLORD,  another  day  is  flown, 
And  we,  a  little  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  listening  ear 
To  praises  low  as  ours? 

Thou  wilt,  for  thou  dost  deign  to  hear 
The  son^  that  meekness  pours. 

3  And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign 
As  we  before  thee  pray ; 

For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train; 
And  are  we  less  than  they  ? 

4  0  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part; 
Let  sin's  dominion  cease; 

And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 
570 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 


A' 


531  S.  M.  Curtis's  Col.. 

NOTHER  day  is  past, 
The  hours  for  ever  fled ; 
And  time  is  bearing  me  away, 
To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2  My  mind  in  perfect  peace 
My  Father's  care  shall  keep ; 

I  yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 
For  thou  canst  never  sleep. 

3  How  blessed,  Lord,  are  they 
On  thee  securely  stayed ! 

Nor  shall  they  be  in  life  alarmed, 
Nor  be  in  death  dismayed. 

532  L.  M.  Watts 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  1  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 
37  577 


HYMNS 

533  L.  M.  Kes 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Let  my  blest  Guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep, 

My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 

4  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  for  ever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care ; 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

534  C.  M.         Moravian  Coi 

IN  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me 
Through  all  the  hours  of  night, 
And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 

2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 
Since  thou  wilt  not  remove  : 
578 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL 

(J,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 

3  Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  the  lafli, 

And  end  my  transient  days, 
Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest, 

Where  I  may  sing  thy  praise. 

53o  CM.  Liverpool  Col 

TNDULGENT  God,  whose  bounteous  care 
±      O'er  all  thy  works  is  shown, 
0  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Arise  before  thy  throne. 

2  What  mercies  has  this  day  bestowed' 
How  largely  hast  thou  blessed ! 

My  cup  with  plenty  overflowed, 
With  cheerfulness  my  breast. 

3  Now  may  soft  slumber  close  my  eyes, 
From  pain  and  sickness  free ; 

And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise, 
To  meditate  on  thee. 

4  Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 
Till  life's  vain  scene  is  o'er  ; 

And  then  to  realms  of  endless  light, 
0  let  my  spirit  soar. 

536  S.  M. 

rpHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
JL      The  evening  shades  appear  : 
O  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
MajT  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 
579 


HYMNS. 

3  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

4  Lord,  when  my  days  are  past 
And  I  from  time,  remove, 

0  may  I  in  tby  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

537  7s.  Ens.  Col 

Close  of  the  Day. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thet. 

2  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

538  C.  M.  Watts 

Morning  or  Evening  Song. 

HOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  sound 
To  God's  upholding  land  ! 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  That  was  a  work  of  boundless  power 
Which  formed  us  by  a  word ; 

And  every  day  and  every  hour 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  Our  life  is  forfeited  by  sin 
To  God's  avenging  law  : 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  every  breath  we  draw. 
580 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

4  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings  : 
Our  feeble  frame  lies  safe  at  night 

Beneath  his  spreading  wings. 

>39  L.  M.  Watts. 

For  Morning  or  Evening. 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days : 

Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


o! 


5  4zO  C.  M.         Liverpool  Col. 

Morning  or  Evening  Worship. 

N  thee,,  each  morning,  0  my  God, 
My  waking  thoughts  attend; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost 
Thy  boundless  love  surveys, 

And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 
With  his  protection  blessed, 

In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 
Mv  wearied  limbs  to  rest. 
581 


HYMNS. 


4  My  spirit  in  his  hand,  serene, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 

For  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 


THE    MINISTRY. 


Hc 


541  S.  M.  Waits. 

Ministers  the  Bearers  of  glad  Tidings. 

rOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 

"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad- 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God 
582 


INSTITUTIONS    OF   THE.  GOSPEL. 

54_Q  L.  M.  Watts. 

Christ's  Commission  to  his  Ministers. 

"HO  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 

\J    "Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
And  he  condemned  who'll  not  believe. 

■2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known ; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
i    By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands ; 
:  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end : 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands — 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 

iThey  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

\04z3  k.  M.  DODDRIDGB. 

The  Ministry  of  divine  Appointment. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  house 
We  pay  our  homage  and  our  vows, 
'While  with  a  grateful  heart  we  share 
JThese  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
.  in  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 

Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 

•  \nd  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostle's  honored  name, 

•  Sacred  beyond  all  earthly  fame  ; 

'  In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
,  Pastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise. 
583 


.    HYMNS. 

4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  latest  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  nourish,  large  and  fair. 

54:4r  C.    M.  DODDHiaafc 

Ministerial  Charge. 

iET  Zion's  watchmen  now  awake, 
j     And  feel  th'  alarm  they  give: 
0  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive  : 

2  "Go  watch  for  souls  for  whom  the  Lord 
Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  : 

For  souls  that  must  for  ever  live 
In  rapture  or  in  woe." 

3  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 
The  pastor's  care  demands, 

But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 
Th'  account  to  render  there ; 

0,  wert  thou  strict  to  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach 
Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 

And  may  thy- Spirit  guard  their  hearts, 
Tli at  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

545  k.  M.  Beddowb 

Prayer  for  Ministi  rt. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer; 
We  plead  for  those  who  ple:ul  for  thee: 
Successful  may  they  ever  be. 
584 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Clothe  them  with  energy  divine, 
And  let  their  messages  be  thine ; 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

3  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed; 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed ; 
leach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain 
From  paths  that  lead  to  endless  pain. 

i  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 

Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 

In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 

And  feel  thy  new-creating  power. 

5  Ho*v  great  their  work !  how  vast  their  charge  J 

Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge, 

Till  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 

And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

•54:6  L.  M.  B.  Francis 

Ministers  abounding  in  the  Work  of  the  Lord. 

BEFORE  thy  throne,  eternal  King, 
Thy  ministers  their  offering  bring, 
Their  tribute  of  united  praise 
For  heavenly  comforts,  peaceful  days. 
2  While  angels  sound  thy  glorious  name, 
Our  lips  thy  saving  grace  proclaim ; 
We  sing  the  conquests  of  thy  word, 
And  publish  all  thy  truths  abroad. 
>  Thy  various  service  we  esteem 
Our  sweet  employ,  our  bliss  supreme ; 
And  while  we  taste  thy  heavenly  love, 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
i  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound  ; 
Would  prune  the  vine  or  sow  the  ground  , 
Thy  flock  with  wholesome  pasture  feed, 
And  watch  them  with  untiring  heed. 
585 


HYMNS. 


6  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Our  hope  below,  our  crown  above ; 
Thy  praise  shall  be  our  sweet  employ, 
Thy  presence  our  eternal  joy. 


47  L.  M. 

Want  of  ministerial  Laborers. 

TORD  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear 
_j  For  Zion's  heritage  appear ; 
0  send  forth  laborers  filled  with  zeal, 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

2  Hast  thou  not  bid  us  fervent  pray 
For  help  in  such  a  trying  day  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  listen  when  we  cry, 
And  send  the  blessing  from  on  high  ? 

3  Our  lifted  eyes,  0  Lord,  behold 

The  ripening  harvest  tinged  with  gold. 
Wide  fields  are  opening  to  our  view ; 
The  work  is  great,  the  laborers  few. 

4  Under  the  guidance  of  thy  hand 
Let  Zion's  sons,  in  many  a  band, 
Arise  to  bless  the  dying  race 

As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  Bid  all  their  hearts  with  ardor  glow 
As  gospel-messengers  to  go, 

And  publish  the  inspiring  sound 
Far  as  the  race  of  man  is  found. 

6  Lord  of  the  harvest,  bid  them  rise, 
Trained  by  the  influence  of  the  skies, 
In  wisdom,  knowledge,  grace,  to  shine, 
Till  every  kingdom  shall  be  thine. 

586 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL 

548  L.  M. 

Prayer  for  a  sick  Minister. 

OTHOU  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down ! 
Thou  know'st  the  burden  now  we  feel, 
All  that  our  trembling  lips  could  tell. 

2  In  mercy,  Lord,  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  our  earnest  prayer  : 
Arrest  thy  swift-descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

3  Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 
And  bid  our  friend  and  pastor  live : 
Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save 

4  Bound  to  the  flock  by  tenderest  ties, 
Each  soul  in  supplication  lies : 

Thy  pitying  aid,  0  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  our  bleeding  heart. 

5  Yet,  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  may  not  avail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

549  C.  M.  Doddridge 

Consolation  in  the  Death  of  a  Minister. 

NOW  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive, 
And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief 
That  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  What  though  the  conquering  arm  of  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 

Be  numbered  with  the  dead  ? 
587 


HYMNS. 

8  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young; 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 

And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue ; 

1  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 

Still  animate*  our  heart. 

5  "  Lo  !   I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 

"My  Church  shall  safe  abide:" 
The  Lord  will  ne'er  forsake  his  own, 

Who  in  his  love  confide. 

G  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death 

His  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song 

When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


550  C.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Pastor. 

ENWRAPT  in  thickest  shades  of  night, 
0  Lord,  thy  ways  appear ; 
But  yet  we  own  they  all  are  right, 
Though  seemingly  severe. 

2  Now  we  lament  our  errors  past, 
With  sighs,  and  groans,  and  (cars; 

The  numerous  moments  run  to  waste 
Amidst  perplexing  cares. 

3  The  labors  of  th}'  servant,  Lord, 
How  oft  we  misimprovod  ! 

Too  little  have  we  read  thy  word. 
Too  much  the  world  have  loved. 

4  Thy  visitation  now  is  come, 
Our  pastor  is  no  more  : 

588 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

We  meet  within  thy  sacred  dome, 
And  here  our  loss  deplore. 

5  Great  God,  while  in  our  widowed  state, 
0  leave  us  not  alone  ; 

Help  us  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  wait, 
Till  thou  in  love  return. 

6  Let  not  the  candlestick  remove 
From  this  thine  own  abode ; 

But  let  our  supplications  prove 
That  we  prevail  with  God. 

7  0  send  a  messenger  of  peace, 
A  pastor  of  thy  choice  ; 

Bid  all  our  sighs  and  sorrows  cease, 
And  cause  us  to  rejoice. 


551  I*«   M.  DODDKIWB 

At  the  Settlement  of  a  Minister. 

SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keer 
With  constant  care  thy  humble  shet-p ; 
By  thee  inferior  pastors  rise, 
To  feed  our  souls  and  bless  our  eyes. 

'1  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Resembling  thy  own  gracious  heart, 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love, 
Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 

•3  Fed  by  their  active,  tender  care, 
Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear, 
And,  by  their  fair  example  led, 
The  way  to  Zion's  pasture  tread. 

4  Here  hast  thou  listened  to  our  vows, 
And  scattered  blessings  on  thy  house : 
Thy  saints  are  succored,  and  no  more, 
As  sheep  without  a  guide,  deplore. 
589 


HYMNS. 

5  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  bless  the  shepherd  and  the  flock; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 

552  L.  M. 

The  People's  Prayer  for  their  Pastor. 

WITH  heavenly  power,  0  Lord,  defend 
Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend  , 
His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace  ; 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send  ; 
0  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end ; 
Nor  let  him  as  thy  pilgrim  rove, 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart ; 
In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert ; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

553  L.  M. 

On  Ordination. 

JESUS,  with  truth  and  power  divine, 
Send  forth  this  messenger  of  thine  ; 
His  hands  confirm,  his  heart  inspire, 
And  touch  his  lips  with  hallowed  fire. 

2  Be  thou  his  mouth  and  wisdom,  Lord 
Thou,  by  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
The  rocky  hearts  in  pieces  break, 
And  bid  the  son  of  thunder  speak. 
590 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL, 

3  To  those  who  would  the  Lord  embrnv'* 

Give  him  to  preach  the  word  of  grace , 
Sweetly  their  yielding  bosoms  move, 
And  melt  them  with  the  fire  of  love. 

4  Let  all  with  thankful  hearts  confes? 
The  welcome  messenger  of  peace  ; 
And  power  in  his  report  be  found,. 
And  in  thy  work  may  he  abound. 


UNIVERSAL   DIFFUSION   OF    THE   GOSPEL 

554  P.  M.  C.  Weslb*. 

The  Year  of  Jubilee. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 

Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 
Your  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  • 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
591 


HYMNS. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pardoning  grace ; 

Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  high-priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

555  P-  M.  Heber 

Missionary  Hymn. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
By  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Shall  we  to  man  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  I 
592 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL, 

Salvation  !   0  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story  ; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Ptedeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

556  L-  M.  Pres.  Col 

THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death. 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands. 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 

The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

3  Lord,  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace; 
Let  truth,  and  righteousness,  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 


0" 


557  8,  7  &  4.  Williams 

^'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul;  be  still,  and  gaze; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace ! 

Blessed  jubilee  ! 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

38  593 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 

That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary : 

Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ; 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease: 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 


558  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

ALMIGHTY  Spirit,  now  behold 
A  world  by  sin  destroyed  : 
Creating  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word — that  healing  >«>imm 
Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 

And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned. 
Bring  forth  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning-stavs  for  joy 
When  nature  rose  to  view, 

What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 
To  hear  a  Saviour's  name. 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  the  Saviour  came  ! 

5  Lo,  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
Assembling  round  the  throne, 

The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone 


559  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Prayer  for  the  Conversion  of  the  World. 

TNDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
X      And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 

2  Look  down,  0  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolations  round  : 

See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
What  scenes  of  woe  and  crime  abound  ! 

3  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
.And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 


560  s-  M-        Village  Hymns 

OGOD  of  sovereign  grace, 
We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  0  Lcrd, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

595 


HYMNS. 

561  ,    C.  M.  Gibbons 

GREAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  behpld. 
Thy  power  and  glory  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 

Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  0,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

•  Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 

And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
A  temple  to  thy  praise. 


0 


562  S.  M.  Presb.  Col 

LORD,  our  God,  arise, 
The  cause  of  truth  maintain, 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 
Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 

Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 
Extend  thy  healing  wing, 

And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  Let  all  on  earth  arise, 
To  God  the  Saviour  sing; 

From  shore  to  shore,  from  eartli  to  heaven 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 
59G 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

563  L.  M.  Slinn. 

A   RISE  in  all  thy  splendor,  Lord ; 
±\_  Let  power  attend  thy  gracious  word  ; 
Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  show  the  glories  of  thy  grace. 

2  Diffuse  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 
And  be  thou  known  th'  almighty  God ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm,  thy  power  display, 
While  truth  and  grace  thy  sceptre  sway. 

3  Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace, 
Make  Satan's  reign  and  empire  cease ; 
Let  thy  salvation,  Lord,  be  known, 
That  all  the  world  thy  power  may  own. 


564:  L-  M.  Pratt's  Cox. 

1 OYEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  thy  power ; 
,._)  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour: 
0  bid  the  morning-star  arise, 
0  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds  and  heathen  plains ; 
Far  let  the  gospels  sound  be  known ; 
Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice: 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

565  L.  M.  Beddomb 

ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King ; 
Now  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 
597 


HYMNS. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seal , 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face ; 

Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  0  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name ; 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored 

5(3(3  L.  M.  Burder's  Coi 

A   RM  of  the  Lord,  awake !  awake ! 
J\_  Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake. 
Now  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone!" 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

4  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come : 
0  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home ! 
Soon  may  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus'  fold ! 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
Through  every  clime  of  every  name! 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all  1 

5(37  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Prayer  for  the  Jews. 

ARISE,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race ; 
Restore  the  long-lost,  scattered  band, 
And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 
598 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL 

2  Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal. 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal : 
0  God  of  Israel,  hear  our  prayer, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share, 

3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ? 

Say,  shall  thy  wrath  for  ever  burn  ? 
And  shall  thy  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

4  Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 
While  Israel's  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 

568  L- M-  Epis- CoL- 

IOBD,  visit  thy  forsaken  race ; 
j     Back  to  thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring ; 
Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace, 
And  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

2  That  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain 
Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light ; 

That  severed  olive-branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

3  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long, 
When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall  pour, 

With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

569  LM. 

ALL  power  is  to  our  Saviour  given ; 
O'er  earth's  rebellious  sons  he  reigns. 
He  mildly  rules  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  holds  the  powers  of  hell  in  chains. 
2  Soon  the  redeemed  in  every  clime, 

Yea,  all  that  breathe,  and  move,  and  live, 
To  Christ,  through  every  age  of  time, 
Shall  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  give. 
599 


HYMNS. 

570  8,   7  &  4.  COTTEREl 

O'ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 
Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 
See  the  kindreds  of  the  people 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze; 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  tbat  sit  in  darkness, 
Rise  and  shine  ;  thy  blessings  bring  . 

Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  "wing ; 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 

Come,  and,  worshipping  before  him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone : 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
Speak  the  word:   at  thy  command, 

Let  the  company  of  preachers 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land: 

Lord,  be  with  them 
Alway,  to  the  end  of  time. 

571  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

A   RISE!  arise!   with  joy  surve}7 
£X  The  glory  of  the  latter  day  : 
Already  is  the  dawn  begun 
Which  marks  at  hand  a  rising  sun. 

2  "  Behold  the  way!"  ye  heralds,  cry: 
Spare  not,  but  lift  your  voices  high : 
Convey  the  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
"Glad  tidings"  to  the  captive  soul. 
GOO 


INSTITUTIONS    OF   THE    GOSPEL. 

3  ;' Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill, 
Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dwell 
He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne, 
And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 

4  The  north  gives  up ;  the  south  no  mor*» 
Keeps  back  her  consecrated  store : 
From  east  to  west  the  message  runs, 
And  either  India  yields  her  sons. 

5  Auspicious  dawn,  thy  rising  ray 
With  joy  we  view,  and  hail  the  day: 
Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  glad  surprise. 

572  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Restoration  of  the  Jews. 

DAUGHTER,  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt,  thy  fallen  head ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake  !   put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 

The  Lord's  appointed  day. 
8  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south,  ''Give  up  thy  charge, 

And  keep  not  back,  0  north  !" 
1   They  come,  they  come !   thine  exiled  bar?-'*, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 

And  hasten  to  their  home. 
5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 

And  everlasting  joy. 
601 


HYMNS. 

573  8,  7  &  4.  Reed's  Cox. 

Victories  of  Christ. 

GIRD  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour, 
Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  car : 
Prosper  in  thy  course,  triumphant; 
All  success  attend  thy  war: 

Gracious  victor, 
Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 

2  Majesty  combined  with  meekness, 
Righteousness  and  peace  unite 

To  insure  thy  blessed  conquests : 
Take  possession  of  thy  right : 

Ride  triumphant, 
Dressed  in  robes  of  purest  light. 

3  Blest  are  they  that  touch  thy  sceptre ; 
Blest  are  all  that  own  thy  reign ; 

Freed  from  sin — that  worst  of  tyrants — 
Rescued  from  its  galling  chain ; 

Saints  and  angels, 
All  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign. 


ff 


574  C.  M.  Watts 

[OS ANNA  to  our  conquering  King ! 
All  hail,  incarnate  Love  ! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

2  Thy  victories  and  thy  deathless  fame 
Through  all  the  world  shall  run, 

And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triumphs  thou  hast  won. 

575  C.  M.  Burder's  Col 

JESUS,  immortal  King,  arise ! 
Assert  thy  rightful  sway, 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 
602 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride 
Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 

And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  ily 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
May  Jesus  be  adored, 

And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosanna  to  the  Lord ! 

576  C.  M.  Wallis 

HAIL,  mighty  Jesus !  how  divine 
Is  thy  victorious  sword ! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh ; 
Ride  with  majestic  sway ; 

Go  forth,  great  Prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

3  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 
And  all  the  chosen  race 

Shall  round  the  throne  of  mercy  meet. 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace, 

4  0  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 
Among  that  favored  band; 

And  I  with  them  thy  praise  will  sound 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 

577  L.  M.  Burder'sCol. 

SHOUT,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns  ; 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  ; 
Sinners,  now  freed  from  Satan's  chains. 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 
603 


HYMNS. 

2  0  may  his  conquests  still  increase : 
Let  every  foe  his  power  subdue : 

While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 

Saints  shall  his  growing  glories  show. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above ; 

[n  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

578  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Enlargement  and  Glory  of  the  Church. 

O'ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  : 

"  Up  to  the  mount  of  God,"  they  sa}r, 
"And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  which  shine  from  Zion's  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land ; 

The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 


0' 


579  8,  7  &  4.  Kelly 

\N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !   the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Lo  !   thy  sun  is  risen  in  glory: 
God  himself  appears  thy  friend: 
604 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasted  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zi on's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

3  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double., 

In  thy  Maker's  favor  blest: 
All  thy  conflicts 

End  in  an  eternal  rest. 

580  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

T)  ISE,  gracious  God,  and  shine 
JL\j     In  all  thy  saving  might ; 
Now  prosper  every  good  design 
To  spread  thy  glorious  light. 

2  0  bring  the  nations  near, 
That  they  may  sing  thy  praise ; 

Thy  word  let  all  the  people  hear, 
And  learn  thy  holy  ways. 

3  Put  forth  thy  glorious  power ; 
All  nations  then  will  see ; 

And  earth  present  her  grateful  store 
In  converts  born  to  thee. 


581  k.  M.  Pratt's  Coi 

ZION,  awake!  thy  strength  renew  ; 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  line; 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine. 

2  Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are: 
Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view: 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too. 
605 


HYMNS. 

583  H.  M.  Doddridge. 

OZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  higli ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh: 
Cheerful  in  God, 
Arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  which  cannot  fade : 

His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head : 
The  nations  round 
Thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new 
Divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name, 
Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 

And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright: 
Pursue  his  praise, 
Till  sovereign  love, 
In  worlds  above, 
The  glory  raise. 

583  L.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

1  TRIUMPHANT  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  : 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength, 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  : 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 

606 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread  : 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  pr&ve? 
His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

584  7s.  Pratt's  Col. 

•  •  C\  IVE  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell," 
VX     Zion's  children  cry  aloud: 

See  their  numbers,  how  they  swell ! 
How  they  gather  like  a  cloud ! 

2  0  how  bright  the  morning  seems ! 
Brighter  from  so  dark  a  night : 

Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 
Filled  with  wonder  and  delight. 

3  Lo  !  thy  sun  goes  down  no  more ; 
God  himself  will  be  thy  light: 

All  that  caused  thee  grief  before 
Buried  lies  in  endless  night. 

4  Zion,  now  arise  and  shine  ! 

Lo  !  thy  light  from  heaven  is  come ! 

These  that  crowd  from  far  are  thine : 

Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 

585  L-  M-  COLLYEB 

Missionary  Meeting. 

ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  • 
The  voice  that  marshalled  every  star 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 
607 


HYMNS. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist — accept  our  praise—  • 
Our  hopes  revive — our  courage  raise-- 
Our  counsels  aid — to-  each  impart 

The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come ; 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  : 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

586  L-  M.  Yoke 

BEHOLD,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  : 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

2  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3  Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise 
That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days. 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known 
Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

i  Where'er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skieti, 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise ; 
And  slave  and  freeman,  Greek  and  Jew, 
By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 

587  8s.  &  7s.  Fbanoia 

WITH  my  substance  I  will  honor 
My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 
f308 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word.   . 

2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 

Let  his  friends,  of  every  station, 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

8  May-  his  kingdom  be  promoted ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted ; 

To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine,  victorious  love. 


588  p-  M.  Pratt's  Co* 

Departure  of  Missionaries. 

T)  OLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean, 
_£  V     And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore, 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more 

2  0  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  boldest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean. 

Protect  them  from  all  haim  : 
Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be : 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 
39  609 


HYMNS. 

589  s-  M-  Pratt's  Col 

T^E  messengers  of  Christ, 
X      His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 
Will  needful  strength  bestow  ; 

Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  fame ; 
Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace; 

Proclaim  salvation  full  and  free 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 

4  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 

The  cause  is  God's,  and  will  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

590  8,  7  &  4.  Kelly. 

MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations ; 
Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth  : 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth : 

Bear  the  tidings — 
Tidings  of  the  Saviour's  worth. 

2  Of  his  gospel  not  ashamed — 
'Tis  the  power  of  God  to  save — 

Go  where  Christ  was  never  named, 
Publish  freedom  to  the  slave: 

Blessed  freedom ! 
Freedom  Zion's  children  have. 

3  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
Jesus  will  his  own  defend : 

Borne  afar  'midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend  : 

lie  is  witli  you — 
He  will  guide  you  to  the  end. 
610 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 
591  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

"VTE  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire ; 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

5^2  8,  7  &  4.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Missionaries'  Farewell. 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well : 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  3rou, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well : 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

8  In  the  desert  let  me  labor ; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwelL 
611 


HYMNS. 

4  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean , 
Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell : 

Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell: 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  farewell — farewell ! 

593  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 
Subjection  of  the  Nations  to  Christ  prayed  for. 

SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's ! 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  ; 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 

3  0  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ! 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

594  P.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

TT^HEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

VV       Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply. 
G12 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound. 


595  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

G1  REAT  Heir  of  David's  throne, 
|      Thy  royal  power  assume  ; 
Come,  reign  in  faithful  hearts  alone ; 
Thcu  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  of  grace 
In  all  the  heathen's  sight — 

Thy  kingdom  of  true  holiness — 
And  order  it  aright. 

3  Now,  for  thy  promise'  sake, 
O'er  earth  exalted  be  ; 

The  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  take, 
Which  all  belong  to  thee. 

4  In  zeal  for  God  and  man, 
Thy  full  salvation  bring : 

The  universal  Monarch  reign, 
The  saints'  eternal  Kins. 


596  S.  M.  Mont  Col. 

Rejoicing  in  Christ's  Reign. 

NOW  living  waters  flow 
To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 
From  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go, 
And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring. 

And  grow  on  earth  again : 
Jesus,  Jehovah,  be  our  King, 

And  o'er  the  nations  reign 
613 


HYMNS. 

3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone ; 

The  world  shall  hear  his  word ; 
By  one  blest  name  shall  he  be  known, 

The  Universal  Lord. 

597  ^S.  MONTGOMERf 

HARK!   the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ; 
Sheathed  his  sword:  he  speaks — 'tis  done  ! 

Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  supreme,  unbounded  sway : 

He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 

4  Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord 
God  omnipotent  shall  reign : 

Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

598  S.  M.  Burder's  Col. 

J3EJ01CE!   the  Lord  is  King! 
X\     Your  Lord  and  King  adore : 
Ye  ransomed  saints,  give  thanks  and  sing. 
And  triumph  evermore. 

2  The  mighty  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  : 

When  he  himself  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven: 
014 


INSTITUTIONS    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

The  sovereign  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Into  his  Hands  are  given. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  submit, 

And  humbly  bow  to  his  command. 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope ! 
Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 

And  take  his  waiting  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home. 

599  ?s-  Bowrinq 

^  \T7ATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
VV      What  its  signs  of  promise  are." 
"Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  !" 
"Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell?" 
"  Traveller,  yes;  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel." 

2  "  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night : 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends." 

"Traveller,  bJessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  1" 

"Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ?" 

"  Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  : 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth." 

3  "Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn." 

"  Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn." 

14  Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home." 

"  Traveller,  lo  !   the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  I" 
G15 


HYMNS. 

Various  Quoits. 

PRAYER. 

(>QO  C.  M.  Montgomery 

What  is  Prayer  f 

PRAY^ER  Is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear ; 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try : 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

o  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  "Behold!  he  prays." 

6  0  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 

Behold  us  from  thy  high  abode : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray! 
B16 


A.' 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

(301  S.  M.  Newton 

Encouragement  to  Prayer. 

ND  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  children  when  they  cry  ? 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

2  His  nature,  truth,  and  love 
Engage  him  on  their  side : 

When  they  are  grieved,  his  bowels  move , 
And  can  they  be  denied  ? 

3  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 
And  never  faint  in  prayer : 

He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 

602  L-  M-  COWPER. 

Hindrances  to  Prayer. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight'; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?     x\h  !  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 

W;th  the  sad  tale  of  all  vour  care. 
617 


HYMNS. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
;'  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me  P 

603  L-  M-  Steel* 

Encouragement  in  Prayer. 

TT^HERE  is  my  God?  does  he  retire 
VV       Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  No,  Lord,  my  breathings  of  desire, 
My  weak  petitions,  if  sincere, 

Are  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 

But  reach  to  thy  all-gracious  ear. 

3  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye ; 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands — 

The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 

4  He  smiles  on  every  humble  groan, 
He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 

Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 

Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

f)  Teach  my  weak  heart,  0  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 

Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word. 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

6()4  L.  M.  Hart 

Constancy  in  Prayer. 

PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 
G18 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites ; 

He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in 

')  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sins  distress, 

The  remedy's  before  thee — pray! 

4  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame ; 

Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

605  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come ;   thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above  ! 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 
From  Satan's  wiles  defend ; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  shall  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine  ; 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 
619 


HYMNS. 

6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 

By  thy  beloved  Son, 
Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 

"All  for  his  sake  be  done !" 


(506  C.  M.      Brattle  St.  Cc  l 

OUR  Father  who  in  heaven  art, 
All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come — thy  will  be  done, 
Throughout  this 'earthly  frame, 

2  As  cheerfully  as  'tis  by  those 
Who  dwell  with  thee  on  high: 

Lord,  let  thy  bounty,  day  by  day, 
Our  daily  food  supply. 

3  As  we  forgive  our  enemies, 
Thy  pardon,  Lord,  we  crave : 

Into  temptation  lead  us  not, 
But  us  from  evil  save. 

4  For  kingdom,  power,  and  glory,  all 
Belong,  0  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 
And  thine  shall  ever  be. 


607  S.  M.  Newton 

Importunate  Prayer. 

JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
<J      The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear; 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear. 

And  pray,  and  pray  again. 
620 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 
Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 

He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  will  hear 
His  chosen  when  they  cry ; 

Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 
And  never  faint  in  prayer : 

He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 


608  L-  M-  J-  Wesl-et 

Prayer  for  Protection  and  Guidance. 

OTHOU  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart — it  pants  for  thee ; 
0  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 
No  foes  nor  danger  will!  fear, 
While  thou,  my  Saviour,  God,  art  near. 

8  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 
To  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

4  0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
Where  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  all  is  peace. 
621 


HYMNS. 

609  c-  M.  Exeter  Col. 

JORD,  through  the  dubious  path  of  life 
_j     Thy  feeble  servant  guide  : 
Supported  by  thy  powerful  arm, 
My  footsteps  shall  not  slide. 

2  Let  others,  swelled  with  empty  pride, 
Of  wisdom  make  their  boasts; 

M37  wisdom  and  my  strength  must  come 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  hosts. 

3  To  thee,  0  my  unerring  Guide, 
I  would  myself  resign  ; 

In  all  my  ways  acknowledge  thee, 
And  form  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Thus  shall  each  blessing  of  thy  hand 
Be  doubly  sweet  to  me ; 

In  all  my  griefs  I  still  shall  have 
A  refuge,  Lord,  in  thee. 

(310  IJ-  M.  Doddridge. 

ri^IIOU,  Lord,  through  every  changing  scene, 
1    Hast  to  the  saints  a  refuge  been ; 
Through  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Their  pleasing  home,  their  safe  abode. 

2  In  thee  our  fathers  sought  their  rest, 
And  were  with  thy  protection  blest; 
Behold  their  sons,  a  feeble  race! 

We  come  to  fill  our  fathers'  place. 

3  Through  all  the  thorny  paths  we  tread, 
Ere  we  are  numbered  with  the  dead, 
When  friends  desert  and  foes  invade, 

Be  thou  our  all-sufficient  aid  ! 

4  And  when  this  pilgrimage  is  o'er. 
And  we  must  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 

622 


VARIOUS    TOPICS.    . 

To  thee,  great  God,  may  we  ascend, 
And  find  an  everlasting  Friend. 

5  To  thee  our  infant  race  we  '11  leave ; 
Them  may  their  fathers'  God  receive ; 
That  voices,  yet  unformed,  may  raise 
Succeeding  hymns  of  humble  praise. 

Oil  C.  M.  Epis.  Col 

(1  OD  of  our  fathers,  by  whose  hand 
X     Thy  people  still  are  blest, 
Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage, 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 

2  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3  0  spread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 

And  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God 
And  portion  evermore. 

OlSJ  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col, 

Prayer  for  Youth. 

GREAT  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend 
Young  children  in  thine  arms  to  take, 
Still  prove  thyself  the  children's  friend, 
And  save  them  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

2  While  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
Be  thou  their  guardian,  thou  their  guide  j 
623 


HYMNS. 

That  they,  directed  by  thy  truth, 
May  never  from  thy  precepts  slide. 

3  To  read  thy  word  their  hearts  incline ; 

To  understand  it,  light  impart  : 
0  Saviour  !  let  their  all  be  thine  : 

Take  full  possession  of  each  heart, 


t513  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

The  Young  asking  for  Divine  Guidance. 

FROM  earliest  dawn  of  life, 
Thy  goodness  we  have  shared ; 
And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise, 
By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2  To  learn  and  do  thy  will, 

0  Lord,  our  hearts  incline  ; 

And  o'er  the  paths  of  future  life 

Command  thy  light  to  shine. 

3  While  taught  thy  word  of  truth, 
May  we  that  word  receive  ; 

And  when  we  hear  of  Jesus'  name, 
In  that  blest  name  believe ! 

i  0  let  us  never  tread 

The  broad,  destructive  road, 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 

To  glory  and  to  God. 

U14  12s-  Hbbkd 

Seaman's  Prayer  in  Danger. 

\TTHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tern 
VV     pest  is  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 
gleaming, 

624 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

Nor  hope   lends  a  ray,  the   poor   seaman  tc 

cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker — "Save,   Lord,   or  wc 

perish!" 

2  0  Jesus,   once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  th« 

"billow, 
Arc  used   by  the   shriek  of  despair  from    Ihj 

pillow, 
Now, seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Save,  Lord,  or  we 

perish!" 

3  And,   0 !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging, 
When  sin,  in  our  hearts,  his  wild  warfare  is 

waging, 
Then  send  down  thy  grace,  thy  redeemed  to 

cherish  ; 
Rebuke  the    destroyer:    "Save,   Lord,   or   we 

perish !" 

615  L.  M.  Watts. 

Desiring  the  Presence  of  God. 

MY  God,  I  bow  before  thy  feet ; 
When  shall  my  soul  approach  thy  seat ! 
When  shall  I  see  thy  glorious  face 
With  mingled  majesty  and  grace? 

2  How  should  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 
With  hopes  and  joys  unknown  before  ! 
And  bid  this  trifling  world  begone. 
Nor  tease  my  heart  so  near  thy  throne. 

3  My  soul  should  pour  out  all  her  cares 
In  flowing  words  or  flowing  tears : 

Thy  smiles  would  ease  my  sharpest  pain ; 
Nor  should  I  seek  my  God  in  vain. 
40  625 


BYMNS. 

616  0.  M.  Pkatt's  C3L 

ETERNAL  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
On  all  our  hearts  to  shine. 

2  Light  in  thy  light,  0  may  we  see; 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove ; 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blessed  by  thee, 

Thou  God  of  pardoning  love. 


617  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

SHINE  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 
With  rays  of  mercy  shine : 
0  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  all  their  round  be  thine. 


2  With  thee  let  every  week  begin ; 
With  thee  each  day  be  spent; 

To  thee  each  fleeting  hour  be  given, 
Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 

3  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  desert  roac^ 
Till  all  our  labors  cease ; 

Till  heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 

(RIB  L-  M-  Watts. 

1  CANNOT  bear  thine  absence,  Lord: 
My  life  expires  if  thou  depart: 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  still  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  sin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  so  vile; 
Yet  I  will  stay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heaven  a  while. 
G26 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

3  Then,  clearest  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  resign  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  with  a  smile  upon  my  face, 
Pass  the  important  hour  of  death. 

f£  19  C.  M.  Newtoh 

God's  Presence  a  Comfort  in  Life. 

0  HAPPY  they  who  know  the  Lord, 
With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell ; 
rfe  feeds  and  cheers  them  by  his  word ; 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

I  To  them,  in  each  distressing  hour, 

His  throne  of  grace  is  near ; 
A.ncl  when  they  plead  his  love  and  power, 

He  stands  engaged  to  hear. 

3  His  presence  cheers  us  in  our  cares, 
And  makes  our  burdens  light ; 

His  gracious  word  dispels  our  fears, 
And  gilds  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  Let  us  enjoy  and  highly  prize 
These  tokens  of  thy  love, 

TU1  thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise 
To  worship  thee  above. 

620  S.   M.  DODDHIDQ* 

Communion  with  the  Father  and  Christ. 

OUR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweel, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs : 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls. 

And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 
627 


HYMNS. 

8  How  large  his  bounties  are ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 

And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care ; 

Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ; 
Here  wait,  my  warmest  love, 

Till  this  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 


RETIREMENT    AND    MEDITATION. 

621       .  C.  M.  Cowper 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 

FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade,    • 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 

And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  the  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

0,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God! 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life. 
Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 

And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour — thou  art  mine! 
028 


VARIOUS    TOPICS, 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love ! 

A  boundless,  endless  store  ! 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  through  realms  above 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


022  L-  M.  Watts, 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee : 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 

And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  earth  and  sense ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  begone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


623  C.  M.  Williams. 

TT^HILE  thee  1  seek,  protecting  Power, 
VV       Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  v 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 

Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 
629 


HYMNS. 

8  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 

Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see : 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


624  S.  M.  Mont.  Col. 

^UR  heavenly  Father's  eye 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  he  is  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 


0' 


2  Then  let  that  eye  surVey 
Our  duteous  homage  paid 

With  evei\y  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  0  God,  may  heavenly  fire 
The  incense  still  inflame  : 

While  grateful  vows  to  thee  aspire, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  0  warm  my  heart  with  love, 
My  soul  in  secret  bless  : 

So  shalt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 
Thy  suppliant  to  confers. 
630 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

635  C.  M.  Watts. 

Sins  and  Sorrows  laid  before  God. 

OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face. 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise; 
What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 

How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God : 

I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake — 
I'd  plead  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
And  drive  my  foes  away  ; 

He  knows  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
When  they  in  sorrow  pray. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 
And  banish  every  fear  ; 

He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

626  CM.  Meth.  Col 

COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God ! 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 

Nor  ever  take  away. 
631 


o 


HYMNS. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 

Vnd  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 


SECURITY  OF  THE  RIGHTEOUS. 

6Q7  S.  M.  Kent. 

It  shall  be  well  with  the  Righteous. 

WHAT  cheering  words  are  these  ! 
Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time  and  to  eternity, 

'Tis  with  the  righteous'  well. 

2  In  every  state  secure, 
Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 

'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
Arid  well  when  called  to  die. 

3  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 
'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow; 

'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  blow. 

4  'Tis  well  when  on  the  mount 
They  feast  on  dying-love ; 

And  'tis  as  well  in  God's  account, 
When  they  the  furnace  prove. 

5  'Tis  well  when  at  his  throne 
They  wrestle,  weep,  and  pray; 

'Tis  well  when  at  his  feet  they  groan. 
Yet  bring  their  wauls  away. 
G32 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

628  S.  M.  Luth.  Col 

Religion  a  Support  in  Life. 

"\TTHEN  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 

VV       The  trembling  heart  invade, 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade, 

2  Religion  can  assuage 
The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 

And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewildered  way, 
Her  hand  unerring  leads  ; 

And  o'er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  reason,  tired  and  blind, 
Sinks  helpless  and  afraid, 

Thou,  blest  supporter  of  the  mind, 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid ! 

5  0  let  me  feel  thy  power, 
And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 

To  cheer  my  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  calm  my  every  grief. 

639  C.  if. 

Trust  in  God  in  Old  Age. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind, 
On  thee  my  hopes  remain ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 
I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  In  early  years  thou  wast  my  guides 
And  of  my  youth  the  friend ; 

And  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end.  ' 

633 


HYMNS. 

3  Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off,  when  age 
And  evil  days  descend ; 

Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair, 
To  mourn  my  latter  end. 

4  Therefore  in  life  I'll  trust  to  thee, 
In  death  I  will  adore ; 

And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 
AVhen  time  shall  be  no  more. 


ENCOURAGEMENT. 

630  C.  M.  Beddome. 

The  Fearful  encouraged. 

X TE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears ; 
X       Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which,  like  a  river,  flows 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell — 
Those  powers  will  God  restrain ; 

His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 
For  his  he  will  provide  ; 

Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 

And  give  them  heaven  beside. 
1  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake. 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 

And  faithful  to  his  Son. 
5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 

To  endless  glory  bring. 
G34 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 
631  C.  M.  Steele. 

Refuge  in  God. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  rcll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 

For  every  pain  I  feel. 

2  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

x\nd  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

4  No ;   still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Attends  the  mourner's  prayer  : 

0  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there ! 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 

With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

833  L-  M- 

PRAISE,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundations  laid 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
Reveals  his  kindest  promises. 
635 


HYMNS. 

3  Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas!   the  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

4  0  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ; 
T"  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own  ! 

5  Then,  should  the  earth's  foundations  shake 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


633  C.  M.  Mrs.  Stbkli 

DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  flie3  ; 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die,    «* 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart; 

0  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  0  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat; 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 
G3G 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 


SCRIPTURE    MODELS. 

634  C.  M.  Newtoh 

Scripture  Characters  and  Examples. 

RISE,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 
By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 
And  in  example  live  ; 

Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood 
They  conquered  every  foe  ; 

To  his  almighty  power  and  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 
The  patterns  thou  bast  given, 

And  ne'er  %rsake  the  blessed  road 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

635  C.  M.  Watts. 

C\  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
\J[     Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came; 
The}',  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  bis  death. 
637 


HYMNS. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
(His  zeal  inspired  their  breast,) 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given, 

While  the  lung  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


YOUTH    ADMONISHED    AND    INSTRUCTED 

636  L-  M.  Watts 
Youth  admonished  of  the  Judgment* 

YE  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 
Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

2  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  ; 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

3  Almighty  God,  turn  off*  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities; 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

637  C.  M.  Watth 
Youth  admonished  to  remember  their  Creaicr. 

CHILDREN,  to  your  Creator,  God, 
Your  early  honors  pay, 
While  vanity  and  youthful  blood 
Would  tempt  your  thoughts  astray. 
G38 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

2  Be  wis-e,  and  make  his  favor  sure, 
Before  the  mournful  day 

When  youth  and  mirth  are  known  no  more 
And  life  and  strength  decay. 

3  The  memory  of  his  mighty  name 
Demands  your  first  regard ; 

Nor  dare  indulge  a  meaner  flame, 
Till  you  have  loved  the  Lord. 


(333  L.  M.  Watts. 

"AfOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
j\{    Remember  your  Creator,  God : 
Behold,  the  months  come  hastening  on 
When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone.'' 

2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Oppressed  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul,  in  agony  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 


U89  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

TTJHILE  in  the  tender  years  of  youth, 
\  \      In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb ; 
639 


HYMNS. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God ; 
For  him  thy  powers  employ ; 

Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope. 
Thy  portion,  and  thy  joy.     ' 

3  lie  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 
Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 

Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 


840  c-  M-  Pratt's  Coi 

Pleasure  of  instructing  the  Young. 

BLEST  work,  the  youthful  mind  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  dark  and  dangerous  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim; 
And  God  will  well  approve 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Redeemer  love. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutored  youth, 

And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  way,  the  life,  the  truth. 

4  Thy  Spirit,  Father,  on  us  shed, 
And  bless  this  good  design: 

The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread ; 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 


G40 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 


VANITY    OF    EARTH. 

641  C.  M.  Watts. 

Parting  ivith  Carnal  Joys. 

MY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 
Nor  seek  your  friendship  more ; 

The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 
That  suits  my  large  desire ; 

To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire  ; 

4  Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
From  sin  and  dross  refined, 

Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  The  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sphere, 
The  glorious  and  the  great, 

Brings  his  own  all-sufficience  there, 
To  make  our  bliss  complete. 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  heavenly  road: 

There  sits  my  Saviour,  dressed  in  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

642  L.  M.  Waits. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 
41  *41        ,  . 


HYMNS. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  dangerous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss.* 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

1  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  mine  eyes ; 
0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

5  There,  from  the  presence  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

643  C.  M.  Watts 

Earthly  Pleasures  dangerous. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below; 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
"Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Shine  with  deceitful  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

8  Our  dearest  joys,  our  nearest  friends 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 

And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense! 
642 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

'Tis  there  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food, 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 


(j4l4=  L.  M.  Pratt's  Cgl 

Vanity  of  the  World  and  Happiness  of  Heaven, 

HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour! 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die. 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 

There  is  a  land  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares  and  chase  our  fears  : 

If  God  be  ours,  we're  travelling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  te&rs 

045  CM. 

A  better  World  in  prospect. 

)  rn  WAS  told  me  in  my  early  day, 
JL      That  pleasure's  stream  did  flow 

Gently  beside  life's  peaceful  way : 
I  have  not  found  it  so. 
643 


HYMNS. 

2  I  thought  there  grew  on  earthly  ground 
Some  buds  without  decay  ; 

But  not  a  single  flower  I've  found 
That  does  not  fade  away. 

3  I  wish  to  see  a  fairer  world  : 
I've  heard  of  one  on  high, 

Where  every  tear,  by  one  kind  hand, 
Is  wiped  from  every  eye. 

4  'Tis  said  the  King  of  that  bright  place 
Still  welcomes  travellers  there  : 

0  come  and  let  us  seek  his  grace ! 
Unseen,  he  hears  our  prayer. 


FLIGHT    OF    TIME. 

Q4.Q  7s.  &  6s  Burton 

Flight  of  Time. 

fpiME  is  winging  us  away 
JL  To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  : 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy. 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 
644 


VARIOUS   TOPICS. 

(347  C.  M.  Watts. 

Time  short  and  misspent. 

HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life ! 
How  vast  our  souls'  affairs ! 
Vet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 
Without  a  moment's  stay ; 

Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 
That  slight  the  joys  above  ! 

What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
That  break  such  cords  of  love ! 

5  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 


048  C.  M.  Hoskins 

rpHE  time  is  short :   sinners,  beware, 
JL      Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  yet  'tis  called  to-day. 

2  The  time  is  short:   0  sinners,  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 

And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 
645 


HYMNS. 

3  The  time  is  short:  ye  saints,  rejoice; 
The  Lord  will  quickly  come  : 

Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short — it  swiftly  flies; 
The  hour  is  just  at  hand 

When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wished-for  land. 

5  The  time  is  short — the  moment  near 
When  we  shall  dwell  above, 

And  be  for  ever  happy  there 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 


649  C.   M.  WATT8 

Time  the  Period  to  prepare  for  Eternity. 

TP HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
J_      And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God !   on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things! 

Tli'  eternal  s,tate  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

4  Eternal  joy  or  endless  woe 
Attends  on  every  breath  ; 

And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon. the  brink  of  death  ! 

6  Awake,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  : 
646 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

650  L-  M-  Watts 

Life  the  Time  to  serve  the  Lord. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given, 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

Their  memory  and  th.eir  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 

They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon- passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

£J51  S.  M.  Doddridqs 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 
647 


HYMNS. 

And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  life  away  ; 

0  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Awake,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care ; 
0,  be  that  still  pursued, 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed ! 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

(352  S.  M.  Doddridge 

Reflections  on  past  Generations. 

fOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
That  bears  us  to  the  sea ! 
The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 

2  Our  fathers — where  are  they, 
With  all  they  called  their  own? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor — gone! 

$  But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought, 
While  still  the  remnant  of  their  dust 

Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 
648 


H( 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

4  There,  where  the  fathers  He, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 

Nor  other  heritage  possess 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

5  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend, 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

6  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
"We  dwell  before  thy  face. 


653  S.  M.  Pratt's  Cox* 

Exhortation  to  ivork  while  it  is  Day. 

THE  swift-declining  day, 
How  fast  its  moments  fly! 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 
And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 

For-know,  its  Maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  the  rolliug  sphere ; 

Submissive,  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 
Through  all  the  horrid  gloom, 

And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light 
In  your  celestial  home. 
649 


HYMNS. 

(354:  k.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

AWAKE  !  awake  !  each  sluggish  soul ! 
Awake ;  and  view  the  setting  sun ! 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done  !    ' 

2  Soon  will  he  close  our  drowsy  eyes, 
Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more; 

Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  ; 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

3  To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice, 
And  hear  the  summons  which  he  sends: 

1  'Awake  !  for  on  this  passing  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends!" 

4  0  Saviour !  let  these  awful  scenes 
Be  ever  present  to  our  view : 

Teach  us  to  gird  our  loins  about, 
And  trim  our  dying  lamps  anew. 

5  Then,  when  the  king  of  terror  comes, 
Our  souls  shall  hail  the  happy  day : 

Haste,  then,  0  Saviour,  from  above, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay  ! 


655  8, 8&c. 

The  Swiftness  of  Time. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen : 
The  moments  swiftly  pass  between, 
And  whisper  as  they  fly : 
650 


VARIOUS   TOPICS. 

Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 

Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

Thou  soon  must  gasp  and  die. 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call : 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  and  love  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 


DEATH. 


656  C.  M.  Watts. 

Meditation  on  Death. 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to 
Converse  a  while  with  death  ;         [rise ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  But  0,  the  soul  that  never  dies ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay ! 

Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

3  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
And  must  my  soul  remove  ? 

0  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

4  Jesus,  to  thine  almighty  hand  » 
My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 

And  waits  my  flesh  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  the  dust. 
651 


HYMNS. 

657  C.  M.  Doddridge 

Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  all. 

HEAVEN  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree, 
That  Adam's  race  must  die : 
One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 
"Where  you  must  shortly  dwell ; 

Hark !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds 
In  every  funeral-knell ! 

3  Once  }tou  must  die,  and  once  for  all: 
The  solemn  purport  weigh  : 

For  know,  that  heaven  or  hell  is  hung 
On  that  important  day  ! 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 
Must  wake,  the  Judge  to  see ; 

And  every  word  and  every  thought 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

5  0  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  Friend, 

And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 


658  L.  M.  Watts. 

TT7HY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die? 
V V       What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  ai  Q  i 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying-strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 

Still  shrink  we  bad;  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
G52 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

3  0,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  ha8tc, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying-bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

659  C.  M.  Hebf.k. 
A  Warning  from  the  Grave. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 
xind  lurks  in  every  flower ; 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

3  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  : 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

4  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  which  hourly  tell 

That  they  who  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  heaven— or  hell ! 

660  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

The  House  appointed  for  all  Living. 
OW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 


f 


Where,  life's  vain  tumults  past, 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  Heaven's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last. 
653 


HYMNS. 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease- 
Their  passions  rage  no  more ; 

And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  All,  levelled  by  the  hand  of  death, 
Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 

Till  God  in  judgment  call  them  forth, 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 


661  L   M.  Barbauld. 

Death  of  the  Righteous. 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell : 

How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  J 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies; 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies!" 
654 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

662  I».  M«  Baebaum. 

The  peaceful  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

SWEET  is  the  scene  when  Christians  dier 
When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest: 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  brenst 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o  er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow. 
Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing: 

0  Grave  !   where  is  thy  victory  now  ? 

And  where,  0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting? 

663  C.  M.  Watts 

Meditation  on  the  Tomb. 

HARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  : 
My  ears,  attend  the  cry: 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 

The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours !" 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  still  secure  ? 

Still  walking  downwards  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace. 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We  '11  rise  above  the  sky. 
655 


HYMNS. 

664  L-  M.  Watts. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds  :  no  mortal  woes 

Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept :  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the  bed 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 
Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sovereign  word  ; 

Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

665  8s.  &  7s.  Collyer, 

CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 
Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 

Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 

In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 
Sickness  there  no  more  can  come ; 

656 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

There,  no  fear  of  woe  intruding, 

Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

5  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  graves  of  those  ye  love; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

6(36  C.  M.  Watts 

Those  blest  who  die  in  the  Lord. 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro- 
For  all  the  pious  dead :  [claims 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping-bed. 

2  They  die  in  JesuSj  and  are  blest ; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 

From  suffering  and  from  sin  released, 
They  're  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord: 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

667  C.  M.  Watts 

Death  and  Burial  of  Christians. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

To  heaven's  desired  abode  ? 
Why  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 

Which  keep  us  from  our  God  ? 

42  657 


HYMNS. 

8  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
'Twas  there  the  Saviour's  body  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 
And  softened  every  bed: 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 
And  showed  our  feet  the  way: 

Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising-day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 

Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ! 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies ! 

668  L-  M.  Macka? 

Asleep  in  Jesus. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  v 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet  ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  stiiu 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest  : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  1, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   0,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge 

fi&8 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

669  8s-   &  7s'  COLLYER 

The  happy  Dead. 

rpHINK,  0  ye  who  fondly  languish 
±       O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love, 
While  your  bosoms  throb  with  anguish, 

They  are  singing  hymns  above: 
While  your  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 

Bound  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

2  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most-high, 
In  his*glorious  presence  living, 

They  shall  never,  never  die. 
Cease,  then,  mourner,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love : 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 

Enter  not  the  world  above. 

670  8s.  &  4s.  Montgomery 

Consolation  in  Death. 

THEBE  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found : 
659 


HYMNS. 

They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 

2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  wintry  slsy 
No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose 

Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose. 

3  Now,  traveller  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  light, 

Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years 
Pursue  thy  flight. 

4  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

671  C.   M.  DODDRIDCIfi 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 
And  all  our  tears  be  dry; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief 
That  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  What  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 

What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Are  numbered  with  the  dead? 

3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust-- 
The  aged  and  the  }roung — 

The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  ; 

4  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 
New  comfort  to  impart ; 

His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  henrt. 
GGO 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

5  "  Lo  !  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"Your  safeguard  and  your  guide; 

Your  Saviour  still ;   and  happy  they 
Who  in  my  love  confide !" 

6  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
This  promise  is  our  trust; 

And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


672  C.  M. 

Death  of  a  Young  Child. 

ALAS  !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower 
Which  bloomed  and  cheered  my  heart! 
Fair,  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour, 
How  soon  we're  called  to  part! 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 
That  God  whose  ways  are  love, 

Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  her  who  rests  above  ? 

3  No  !  let  me  rather  humbly  pay 
Obedience  to  his  will. 

And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  righteous  still." 

4  From  adverse  blasts  and  lowering  storms 
Her  favored  soul  he  bore  ; 

And  with  yon  bright  angelic  forms 
She  lives,  to  die  no  more. 

5  Why  should  I  vex  my  heart,  or  fast? 
No  more  sheHl  visit  me  ; 

My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
And  there  my  child  I'll  see. 
661 


HYMNS. 

6  Prepare  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  share 

The  bliss  thy  people  prove ; 
Who  round  thy  glorious  throne  appear. 

And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 

673  CM.  STEEI8 

Death  of  a  young  Person. 

TTTHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatched  awsv 
VV       By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
0  may  this  truth,  impressed 

With  awful  power,  "I,  too,  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
May  every  heart  obey  ; 

Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  0  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 
Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

674  8s.  &  7s.  S.  F.  Smith 
Death  of  a  Sister. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze; 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 
Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 
G02 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

2  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us: 

He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled ; 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 

Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

075  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

Admonition  to  prepare  for  Death. 

LIFE  is  a  span — a  fleeting  hour : 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs; 

And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears : 
Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high ; 

There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

i  676  Us-  MUHLENBURQ 

Death  welcome  to  the  Believer. 

WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  tin 
way: 

663 


i 


HYMNS. 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin ; 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within: 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is   mingled  with 

fears, 
hud    the   cup    of  thanksgiving  with   penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live   alway ;    no,  welcome  the 

tomb ! 
Since  Jesus   hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom : 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

.1  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

5  Where  the   saints  of  all  ages  in   harmony 

meet, 
Their    Saviour    and    brethren    transported   to 

greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 

Q77  C.  M.  Watts 

Faith  (/icing  Victory  over  Death. 

OFOU  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying-hours! 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  I 
Gi'.-i 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 

"Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  Grave  ? 
And  where  the  monster's  sting?" 

3  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  w^  die. 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head  I    . 

(373  7,  8  &  6.  Pops 

The  dying  Christian  to  his  Soul. 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  0  quit  this  mortal  frame : 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying — 
0  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease,  fond  nature — cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life ! 

2  Hark!   they  whisper :   angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away!" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears : 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ! — my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !   I  mount !  1  fly  ! 
"0  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 

0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ?" 

(i'79  c.  M 

Death  dreadful  to  the  Sinner. 

DEATH!   'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  those  that  have  no  God. 
665 


HYMNS. 

When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes  • 
Guilt,  like  a  heavy  chain, 

Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skiee, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  death  ; 
Ye  stubborn  sinners,  fear  : 

Why  will  ye  sink  to  shades  beneath, 
To  dwell  for  ever  there  ? 

4  0  see  the  burning  gulf  in  view  : 
Its  horrors  who  can  trace  ? 

And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love 
Who  hath  my  sins  forgiven ; 

He  bids  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
But  seek  the  path  to  heaven. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand ; 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 

Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 


680  C.  M.  Beddomb 

Preparation  for  Death. 

^F  I  must  die,  0,  let  me  die 
With  hope  in  Jesus'  blood — 
The  blood  that  saves  from  sin  and  guilt 
And  reconciles  to  God. 


r 


2  If  I  must  die,  0,  let  me  die 
In  peace  with  all  mankind, 

And  change  these  fleeting  joys  below 
For  pleasures  more  refined. 
G66 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

3  If  I  must  die — and  die  I  must — 
Let  some  kind  seraph  come, 

And  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4  Of  Canaan's  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
May  I  but  have  a  view ; 

Though  Jordan  should  o'erflow  its  banks, 
I'll  boldly  venture  through. 

681  C.   M.  COLLYER. 

Prayer  for  Support  in  Death. 

"\T"HEN  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 

\  \       My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God,  at  thy  command ; 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed, 
And  close  my  sightless  eyes  ; 

When  shattered  by  the  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies  ; 

3  When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 
Stands  ready  to  depart ; 

When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  framo 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart ; 

4  0,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme. 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

5  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head, 

And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying-bed ! 

6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 
May  I  resign  my  breath, 

*     And  in  thy  fond  embraces  lose 
"  The  bitterness  of  death  !" 
GOT 


HYMNS. 

682  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele 

Hope  in  Christ  a  Support  in  Death. 

WHEN  death  appears  before  my  sight 
In  all  his  dire  array. 
Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 
My  courage  faints  away. 

2  How  shall  I  meet  this  potent  foe, 
Whose  frown  my  soul  alarms? 

Dark  horror  sits  upon  his  brow, 
And  victory  waits  his  arms. 

3  0  for  the  eye  of  faith  divine, 
To  pierce  beyond  the  grave ! 

To  see  that  Friend,  and  call  him  mine, 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save ! 


RESURRECTION    AND    JUDGMENT. 

683  P.  M.  Luther 

The  Day  of  Judgment. 

GREAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 
The  end  of  things  created! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 
The  trumpet  sounds!   the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before! 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

684  C.  M.  Watts. 

PJEE  !   where  the  great  incarnate  God 
£5     Fills  his  majestic  throne, 
0(18 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

While  from  the  skies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  last  judgment  down. 

2  0  may  I  stand  before  the  Lamb 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled, 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 

With  blessings  on  my  head ! 

085  7s.  Kelly 

HARK !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 
Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud! 
Jesus  comes  !  and  through  the  sky. 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 
Sounds  abroad,  through  sea  and  land  : 

Let  his  people  now  rejoice  ; 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  !   the  Lord  appears  in  view  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly ! 

Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you — 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go,  and  dwell  with  him  above, 
Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest; 

Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 
Ever  blessing,  ever  blest. 


086  8,  7  &  4.  Newton 

DAY  of  judgment — day  of  wonders! 
Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 
669 


HYMNS. 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine!" 
Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

(387  CM  Addisoi 

The  Judgment  anticipated, 

"VT^THEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
VV       Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 

0,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

3  When  thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 
In  majesty  severe, 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

4  Then  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ; 
Let  mercy  set  me  free ; 

While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 
Thy  mercy  to  procure, 

Since  thy  beloved  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  mercy  sure ! 

688  12s-  MlLMAN- 

THE  chariot!   the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in 
fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 
070 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

Lo!  self- moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 

are  bowed. 

2  The  glory  !  the  glory  !  around  him  are  poured 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  an 

there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory 

wear. 

3  The  trumpet  !   the  trumpet !   the  dead  have 

all  heard: 
Lo!  the  depths  of  the  stone -covered  charnel 

are  stirred : 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth. 

4  The  judgment!   the  judgment!   the  thrones 

are  all  set 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vestured  elders 

are  met : 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  0  mercy !  0  mercy  !  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love : 
When  beneath,  to  their  darkness,  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May    our   justified   souls   find   a   welcome   in 
heaven. 

689  C.  M.  Kirke  Whitk 

The  Resurrection  of  the  Body. 

THROUGH  sorrow's  night  and  dangers  path, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
671 


HYMNS. 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more? 
And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  our  last  retreat, 

Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane 
The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 

For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rist 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 

Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

0  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 

With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


S90  S.  M.  C.  Weslet; 

Resurrection  and  Judgment. 

A   ND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
j\_     To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

2  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  the  grave  must  rise, 
And  see  the. Judge,  with  glory  crowned, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

072  4 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

8  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb? 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom — 

A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 

4  I  must  from  God  be  driven, 
Or  with  my  Savicur  dwell ; 

Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

5  0  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die  ; 

Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery ; 

6  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 

That,  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 

891  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Christ's  Second  Coming. 

TN  expectation  sweet, 
We'll  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
And  see  an  endless  day. 

2  He  comes  !  the  Conqueror  comes  ! 
Death  falls  beneath  his  sword ; 

The' joyful  prisoners  burst  their  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds — "Awake! 
Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come!" 

The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
While  hell  receives  her  doom. 

4  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ! 
43  678 


HYMNS, 

No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close, 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 

692  8,  7  &  4.  Oliver. 

LO !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain! 
Thousand  thousand  saints,  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus  comes — and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see ! 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded. 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away : 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment !   come  away." 

4  Yea,  amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne : 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known. 

0  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own 


g93  L.  M.  Sir  W.  Scott 

THAT  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day, 
674 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parc-hei  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll. 

And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  1 

3  0!    on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clayv 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

694  S.  M.  Doddridge 

ND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 


A' 


And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark!   from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Flee  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

f)95  8,  7&4.  Union  Co* 

The  Judgment  welcomed  by  the  Righteous. 

LO!  he  cometh  !   countless  trumpets 
Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead ; 
Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 
See  their  great,  exalted  Head. 

Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 


HYMNS. 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 
Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear: 

Truth  and  justice  go  before  him — 
Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear. 

Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

3  "Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 

Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ." 

Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies ! 


696  C.  M  Watts. 

Banishment  from  God  intolerable. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word  "Depart!" 

3  0  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 
To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  0  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands: 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 
676 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

697  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Reward  and  Punishment. 

0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound. 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which"  we  sigh  : 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  "the  second  death!'' 

5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

(J98  C.  P.  M.      Ovington's  Col. 

Apprehension  of  Judgment. 

W "HEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 
2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
677 


HYMNS. 

But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 

What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place 

In  this  th'  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  0  let  me  hear, 
To  Still  my  unbelieving  fear; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pra}\ 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sor  (« 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


6^9  8,  7&4. 

Christ  descending  to  Judgment. 

SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending; 
View  him  seated  on  his  throne: 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now,  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

Trumpets  call  thee — 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 
Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain ; 

While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  lie  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  "Yonder  sits  the  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying-love; 

G78 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

0  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move ! 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part : 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder* 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!" 
Lost  for  ever, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!'' 

700  S.  M.  Watts. 

Joy  in  view  of  the  Resurrection. 

AND  must  this  body  die, 
This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  often  from  the  skies 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 

And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  clying-love  : 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 
679 


HYxAlNS. 
HEAVEN. 

701  I"  M. 

Joys  of  Heaven. 

THHERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen, 
JL      That  time  shall  never  dare  destroj 
Where  mortal  footstep  hath  not  been, 
Nor  ear  has  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 
Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sing ; 

Brighter  than  summer's  beauties  are, 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

3  There  is  a  world,  and  0,  how  blest ! 
Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told ; 

And  never  did  an  angel  guest 
One  half  its  blessedness  unfold. 

4  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose  ; 

And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene, 

The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

5  It  is  not  fanned  by  summer's  gale; 
'Tis  not  refreshed  by  vernal  showers: 

It  never  needs  the  moonbeam  pale, 

For  there  are  known  no  evening  hour* 

6  No;   for  this  world  is  ever  bright 
With  a  pure  radiance  all  its  own; 

The  streams  of  uncreated  light 

Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throue. 

"Hope  in  Heaven." 

WIIE^T  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks  grow 
pale, 
And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven ; 
680 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven ! 

2  When  friends  that  seemed  most  near  and  dear 
Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven, 

And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven ! 

3  When,  lone  and  wandering  from  our  home. 
No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given, 

(),  what  would  then  of  us  become 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

4  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh 

Of  life,  through  which  we  long  have  striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven ! 


703  8s.  De  Fleury. 

Longing  after  Heaven. 

"T^E  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
JL      And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known ; 

Tune,  tune  3-our  soft  harps  to  his  praise. 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
While  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2   Ye  saints  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet/ 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 
He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair ; 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  vou  safe  there. 
681 


HFMNS. 

3  0  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 

f 'ni  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong : 
I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay; 

1  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  : 
I  want — 0,  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

704  C.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

HOW  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

2  0  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong  immortal  wing, 

And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King ! 

3  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  there — divine  employ — 

Thy  love  triumphant  they  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 
O'er  all  the  blissful  place: 

Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 
682 


N< 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

705  c-  M-  Watts. 

Holiness  of  Heaven. 
[OR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come: 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  ; 

No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 
Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 

None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

706  c.  M. 

Treasure  in  Heaven. 
XTES,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die, 
X      With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
More  bright  than  golden  ore. 

2  To  that  bright  world  my  soul  aspires 

With  rapturous  delight: 
0  for  the  Spirit's  quickening  powers, 

To  speed  me  in  my  flight ! 

707  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele, 

Glories  of  Heaven. 

FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
683 


HYMNS. 

And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land!   could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know- 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  0  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
For  thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 

Then  bid  our  spirits  rise,  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


708  C.  M.  C.  Weslei 

The  Heavenly  Rest. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
Where  thou  art  loved  alone. 

2  Eternal  Spirit,  make  me  know 
That  I  shall  enter  in: 

Blest  Saviour,  now  thy  power  bestow, 
And  wash  me  from  my  sin. 

3  O  take  this  hardness  from  my  heart; 
This  unbelief  remove; 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

684 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

4  Come,  my  Redeemer,  come  away; 

Into  my  soul  descend  ; 
No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay, 

Mj  Author  and  my  end. 


709  c-  M-  Harrison 

HOW  glorious  is  the  gift  of  faith. 
That  cheers  the  darksome  tomb, 
And  through  the  damp  and  gloomy  grave 
Can  shed  a  rich  perfume  ! 

2  Triumphant  faith  !  it  lifts  the  soul 

Above  desponding  fear; 
Exults  in  hope  of  heaven,  her  home, 

And  longs  to  enter  there. 


710  C.  M.  C.  Wesles 

Hope  in  Prospect  of  Eternity. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  droop  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale3 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
•  And  find  its  long-sought  rest 
(That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants) 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain: 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 
685 


HYMNS. 

3  0,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 
Before  my  raptured  eyes 

Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  0,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 

With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain  ; 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

7  11  P.  11 

TTTHEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 

YV   ^n(i  sefls  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise; 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu  ! 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore ; 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream: 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu  ! 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  : 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  saiJ, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil. 

686 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu  ! 

712  10s. 

A  Home  in  Heaven. 

A  HOME  in  heaven!  what  a  joyful  thought 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot ! 
His  heart  oppressed,  and  with  anguish  driven 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven  !     As  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given, 
With  the  blest  thought  of  his  home  in  heaven! 

3  A  home   in  heaven !     When   our   pleasures 

fade, 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid, 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  A  home  in  heaven !     When  the  faint  heart 

bleeds 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke  for  its  evil  deeds, 
0,  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven ! 

5  A  home  in  heaven !     When  our  friends  are 

fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mouldering  dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given — 
We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heaven. 

713  S.  M.  Mrs.  Dasa 

0,  sing  to  me  of  Heaven. 

SING  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  called  to  die ; 

687 


o 


HYMNS. 

Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 
Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 

Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness  — 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 
0,  watch  my  dying  face, 

And  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  raptured  ears 
Let  one  sweet  song  be  given : 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 
And  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 
Assemble  those  I  love, 

And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

714  8s.  &  6s.  Tappah 

r INHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
±      To  mourning  wanderers  given  : 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
"iSis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 
688 


VARIOUS    TOPICS. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

1  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

715  C.  M.  Mont.  Coi> 

The  New  Jerusalem. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
J      Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walla 
And  pearly  gates  behold, 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

1  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 
44  689 


HYMNS. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there 

Around  iny  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

716  "s-  Raffles 

Praise  of  the  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  woe. 

2  Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrowed  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  woe  they  could  not  speak. 
But,  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never,  never  weep  again. 

S  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  tli'  angelic  lyros  above, 
Hark !   their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love. 
Happy  spirits,  ye  are  fled 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
690 


VARIOUS   TOPICS. 

4  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  ; 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows. 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away  ; 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow  in  eternal  rest. 

717  Us. 

Home. 

AN  alien  from  God,,and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  w7andered  through  earth,  its  gay  plea- 
sures to  trace : 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas!   that  it  led  me  from  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
0  Saviour,  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away ; 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sw^eet  home — 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  ! 
The  Saviour  .invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms: 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room  ; 
0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children,  at  home  ' 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
(.)  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements ;  my  follies,  adieu . 
While  Jesus  and  heaven  enraptured  I  view, 

T  feast  on  the  pleasures  from  glory  which  come, 
The  foretastes  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home? 
691 


HYMNS. 

718  P-  M. 

The  Glory  of  Jesus. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian  : 
Lo  !   we  lift  our  longing  eyes  ; 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  !. 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 
Freely  flash  before  him  ; 

Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him  ; 
Angel-trumps  resound  his  fame, 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station, 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  t he  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne^ 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
''Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  One!" 

4  Hark!   the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus!  Jesus !  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  Beraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus.  Jesus,  flow  along. 
692 


VARIOUS   TOPICS 

719  7s. 

When  shall  ive  meet  ? 

W^HEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain. 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fied, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead  ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

720  C.  M. 

HEAVEN  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease, 
Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er ; 
The  sunny  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 
Where  cares  distract  no  more. 

2  Heaven  is  the  home  where  spirits  dwell 
Who  wandered  here  a  while, 

And.  "seeing  things  invisible," 
Departed  with  a  smile. 

3  Heaven  is  the  place  where  Jesus  lives 
To  plead  his  dying-blood, 

While  to  his  prayers  the  Father  gives 
An  unknown  multitude. 
693 


HYMNS. 

4  Heaven  is  the  temple  whither  prayer 
From  saints  on  earth  ascends ; 

The  dwelling  of  the  Spirit,  whence 
His  influence  descends. 

5  Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love, 

Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die: 
There  's  perfect  bliss  above. 


Various  ©evasions. 

721  8s.  &  7s.  Epis.  Col 

Pardon  implored  for  National  Sins. 

DREAD  Jehovah,  God  of  nations, 
From  thy  temple  in  the  skies 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications; 
Now  for  their  deliverance  rise. 

2  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 
Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 

Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding — 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

3  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression  ; 
Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 
Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

4  Lo !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  : . 

Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning — 
Hear  US,  spare  us.  and  defend. 
094 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

79Q  C.  M.  Epis.  Cok 

Judgments  for  National  Sins  deprecated. 

ALMIGHTY  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend : 
Tis  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  dying  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments  from  thy  heavy  hand 
Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 

Vet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas !   are  truths  divine, 
For  error,  guilt,  and  shame ! 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  0  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord ; 
Convert  us  by  thy  grace ; 

Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 
We  will  not  sink  in  fear ; 

Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
WThen  thou,  0  God,  art  near. 

723  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Providential  Goodness  of  God. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy, 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  presence  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole- 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
.  And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies 
695 


HYMNS. 

3  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise: 

Still  be  the  grateful  homage  paid 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

4  Lord,  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless' our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 


724  C.  M.  Ens.  Col, 

FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was 
The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ;  [thine  ; 

Thou  gavest  the  summer's  suns  to  shine, 
The  mild,  refreshing  dew. 

3  These  various  mercies  from  above 
Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 

A  kindl}-  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

4  Wre  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway  ; 
Thy  hand  all  nature  hails ; 

Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter  fails. 


7Q5  L.  M.  Presb.  Col 

God  acknowledged  in  National  Blessings. 

("1  RE  AT  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
X     Our  hymn  of  grat  itude  we  raise  ; 
Willi  humble  heart  and  bending  knee, 
WTe  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 
GOG 


VARIOUS   OCCASIONS. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless,  Almighty  God, 
For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 

To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod, 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide. 
And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray  ; 

Here  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety  through  their  dangerous  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel's  light 
Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds, 

Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads 

5  Great  God,  preserve  us  in  thy  fear ; 
In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be  ; 

0  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here : 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 


726  L-  M.  Pratt's  Col 

Prayer  for  National  Gratitude  and  Holiness. 

LORD,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  saved  by  thine  almighty  hand. 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Let  every  public  temple  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  holy  praise ; 
Let  every  peaceful  private  home 
A  temple,  Lord,  to  thee  become. 

3  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

697 


HYMNS. 

YQ,1*?  L.  M.  Montgomery, 

On  opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 

HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee  ; 
0  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode, 
And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 

Hear  thou  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 

Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 
Hosanna!  to  their  heavenly  King, 

Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna !   let  the  angels  sing. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest? 

Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

y  o  y  7s.  Montgo  m  r  b  v 

LORD  of  Hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise : 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 
With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread; 
G98 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  !     Earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 
Hallelujah!     Hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 


29  L.   M.  DODDRJDGB 

A   ND  will  the  great  eternal  God 
/j^_  On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he,  from  his  heavenly  throne, 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace 
WThich  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us,  sinful  mortals,  near. 

3  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise: 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

4  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

5  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

699 


HYMNS 

iHtsallaruou.*. 

730  12s.  &  lis.  Hbber. 

Funeral  of  a  departed  Saint. 

rnHOU  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not 
J  deplore  thee, 

Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  th( 
tomb  : 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And    the    lamp    of    his   love   is    thy    guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave:  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 
thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  en- 
fold thee  ; 
And  sinners   may  hope,   since  the    Saviour 
hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;   and,  its  man- 

sion forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

]  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Smce  God  was  thy  ransom,    thy    guardian 
and  guide  : 
lie  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee : 
And  deatli  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

700 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

731  C.  M.  Mont.  Col. 

Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Year. 

AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 

1  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 
Nor  will  return  again ; 

And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 
« 

3  Awake,  my  soul !  with  utmost  care 
Thy  true  condition  learn : 

What  are  thy  hopes  ? — how  sure  ?  how  fair ? 
What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Behold,  another  year  begins : 
Set  out  afresh  for  heaven ; 

Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend ; 

With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

732  7s.  Newton 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here: 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state,- 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait ; 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 
701 


HYMNS. 

2  Spared  to  see  another  year, 
Let  thy  blessing  meet  us  here ; 

Come,  thy  dying  work  revive, 
Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive : 

S  in  of  righteousness,  arise ! 

Warm  our  hearts,  and  bless  our  eyes : 

Let  our  prayer  thy  pity  move; 
Make  this  year  a  time  of  love. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 

Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

733  L.   M.  DODDRIDGB. 

The  Seasons. 

THE  flowery  spring,  at  God's  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

2  His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Through  all  her  coasts,  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  softened  by  his  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3  The  changing  seasons,  months,  and  days 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

4  And  0,  mny  each  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  the  praise  prolong, 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

702 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

734.  C.  M.  Steele 

Spring. 

TT7HEN  verdure  clethes  the  fertile  vale, 

\  V      Ana  blossoms  deck  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 

2  Hark  !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing  ! 
'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice: 

Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 
And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

3  0  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 

Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart. 

4  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song  ; 

And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 

735  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

GREAT  God,  at  thy  command 
Seasons  in  order  rise : 
Thy  power  and  love  in  concert  reign 
Through  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies. 

2  How  balmy  is  the  air ! 

How  warm  the  sun's  bright  beams ! 
While,  to  refresh  the  ground,  the  rains 
Descend  in  gentle  streams. 

3  With  grateful  praise  we  own 
Thy  providential  hand, 

While  grass,  and  herbs,  and  waving  corn 
Adorn  and  bless  the  land. 
783 


HYMNS. 

4  But  greater  still  the  gift 

Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 
By  him  forgiveness,  peace,  and  joy 

Through  endless  ages  run. 

736  C.  M.  Pratt's  Cos 

Harvest. 

1^0  praise  the  bounteous  Lord  of  all, 
Wake,  all  our  thankful  powers: 
He  calls,  and  at  his  call  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 
His  goodness  we  will  sing : 

Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
And  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Teach  us,  0  gracious  God,  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  righteousness ; 

Shine  on  our  souls,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

737  lis.  Kirkpiam. 
The  Promises  precious. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

>]  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health; 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
A.t  home  and  abroad  :   on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be.''" 

3  "Fear  not;  I  am  with  thee;  0  be  not  dis 

mayed : 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
701 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  no*,  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall 

lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  : 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom    be 

borne. 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake." 


738  Us.  &  9s.  C.  Wesley. 

Ecstasy  of  the  new-horn  Soul. 

HOW  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 
Tongue  cannot  express  the  sweet  comfort  and 
peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine  when  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb : 
45  705 


HYMNS. 

When  my  heart  it  believed,  what  a  joy  I  re 
ceived ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below  my  Redeemer  to  know ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to*  fall  at  bis  feet,  and  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long  was  my  joy  and  my 

song: 
0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried;  he  hath  suffered 

and  died, 
To  redeem  a  poor  rebel  like  me  ! 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love  I  was  carried  above 
All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 

1  could  not  believe  that  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  0  the  rapturous  height  of  that  holy  delight 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of    my   Saviour    possessed,    I   was    perfectly 
blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

739  Us. 

Heaven  the  Christian's  Home. 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  I 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home ! 

2  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace, 
And  thrice-precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 
cease ! 

706 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders   my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee ; 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at 

home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day: 
In  all  my  afflictions,  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  0  give  me  thy  grace, 
The   Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face; 
Inspire  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine ; 

And  in  thy  fair  image  aris-e  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions,  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

740  7s. 

Converting  Grace. 

SAVED  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell 
What  the  love  of  Christ  has  done : 
He  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 

Of  a  rebel  made  a  son  : 
0  !  I  tremble  still  to  think 

How  secure  I  lived  in  sin ; 
Sporting  on  destruction's  brink, 
Yet  preserved  from  falling  in. 
707 


HYMNS. 

2  In  a  kind,  propitious  hour, 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke; 
Touched  me  by  his  Spirit's  power, 

And  my  dangerous  slumber  broke. 
Then  I  saw  and  owned  my  guilt : 

Soon  my  gracious  Lord  replied, 
"  Fear  not ;   I  my  blood  have  spilt : 

'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  died." 

3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
All  at  once  possessed  my  heart : 

Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove, 

After  acting  such  a  part  ? 
"Thou  hast  greatly  sinned,"  he  said, 

"  But  I  freely  all  forgive  : 
I  myself  thy  debt  have  paid, 

Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live." 

4  Come,  my  fellow-sinners,  try ; 
Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love  : 

0  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 

May  his  wondrous  mercy  prove ! 

He  has  sent  me  to  declare 
All  is  ready,  all  is  free : 

Why  should  any  soul  despair, 
When  he  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ? 

741  p.  M. 

The  dying  Saint. 
YT7"HAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 
\  V  my  frame  ? 

Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ? 
That   soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vita! 
flame — 
Is  it  death,  is  it  death? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  Glory  see: 
All  is  well,  all  is  well 
708 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends ;  my  friends,  weep  not 

for  me ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned — I  am  free — 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies: 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saiuta 

in  glory ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come ; 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room; 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home  : 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark !  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master 

calls  me ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
Farewell,  my  friends  ;  adieu,  adieu  ; 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you; 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view: 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

5  Hail,  hail!  all  hail!  all  hail,  ye  blood-washed 

throng, 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace : 
I  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace : 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine  ; 
Sing  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  : 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
709 


HYMNS. 

742  lis.  &  12s. 

Christ  a  Rock. 

IN  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I  '11  repair, 
When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed  with  sorrow 
and  care : 
From  the  ends  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  When  Satan,  my  foe,  comes  in  like  a  flood, 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of  good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Saviour  who  kindly  did  die, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage  here, 
In  Jesus'  pure  righteousness  let  me  appear  : 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

4  And   when   the   last   trumpet    shall   sound 

through  the  skies, 
When  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall 

arise, 
With  millions  I'll  join,  far  above  yonder  skv, 
To  praise  that  dear  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

743  8,  7  &  4.  Newton. 

11  Lord,  revive  us." 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain : 
All  will  come  to  desolation 
Unless  thou  return  again : 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
Human  help  is  all  in  vain. 

2  Once,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished  ; 
Every  part  was  gay  and  green ; 
710 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

All  its  plants  by  thee  were  nourished  \ 
How  delightful  was  the  scene ! 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
On  thy  mighty  power  we  lean. 

3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 
Smile  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die : 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
Hear  in  heaven  our  earnest  cry. 

4  Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant 
Break  the  bonds  of  earthly  care ; 

Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 
Help  us  to  prevail  in  prayer : 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
Let  us  now  the  blessing  share. 

744  6,  4  &  7. 

r 

The  happy  Land. 

rpHERE  is  a  happy  land, 
J_     Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand 

Bright,  bright  as  day : 
0  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King: 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye  ! 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away : 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free^ 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee 

Blest,  blest  for  aye ! 
711 


HYMNS. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  laud. 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
0,  then,  to  glory  run ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We  reign  for  aye  ! 

745  P.  M. 

The  Family  Bible. 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 
Of  youthful  emotion  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies  and  peace  from  on 
high: 

1  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and  mother, 

The  seats  of  their  offspring,  as  ranged  on 
each  hand, 
And  the  richest  of  books,  which  excels  ever;* 
other, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand: 
The  old-fashioned    Bible,    the    dear,    blessed 
Bible, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  The  Bible,  that  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  uelight; 

And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invo- 
cation 
For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  at  night ; 
And  our  hymns  of  thanksgiving, with  harmony 
swelling 
All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand: 
712 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

The   old-fashioned    Bible,    the   dear,    blessed 
Bible, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

8  Ye  scenes  of  enjoyment,  long  have  we  beea 
parted : 
My  hope  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more, 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  alone  on  a  far-distant  shore. 
Vet  why  should  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  pro- 
tection, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  band? 
0  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand  : 
The    old-fashioned   Bible,    the   dear,    blessed 
Bible, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

746  10s.  &  lis. 

Pleasures  of  Religion. 

OTELL  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  store : 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er: 
A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound  : 
To  dwell  I  'm  determined,  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 
My  soul,  don't  delay ;  he  calls  thee  away : 
Rise,   follow  the  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 

day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,   strength,   and  comfort :    go  after 

him,  go. 
Lo  !   onward  I  move  to  a  country  above : 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will 

prove. 

713 


HYMNS 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and 

sin  ; 
Midst    outward    affliction     shall    feel    Christ 

within ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  "Receive  me,"  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  still  I  do  find  that  we  are  so  joined, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running,  through  grace, 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I'm   in  care  my  neighbors  may 

share 
Those  blessings :  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 

dare  ? 
In  bondage,  0  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so 

nigh? 

747  lis. 

Christ  precious. 

0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine ; 
For  thee  all  the  pleasure  of  earth  I  resign : 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,   my  joy,  and  my 

love ; 
Nothing  richer 's  possessed  by  the  angels  above. 

2  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was 

blind, 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find ; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
My  Jesus  relieved  me,  and  bade  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel : 
The  language  of  mortals  here  ever  must  fail. 
My  Jesus  is  precious:  my  soul's  in  a  flame: 

I  am  raised  into  raptures  while  praising  his 
name 

714 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  I  find  hint  in  singing;  he  is  present  in  prayer ; 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near ; 

My  constant  companion — may  we  never  part ! 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

5  If  ever  I  loved  thee,  'tis  now,  my  dear  Lord : 
I  love  thy  dear  children,  thy  ways,  and  thy 

word  ; 
I  love  all  creation ;  I  love  sinners  too, 
For  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  woe. 

6  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare; 
'Tis  so  overwhelming,  enraptured  I'd  fly, 
And  praise  him  in  mansions  celestial  on  high. 

748  8s.  &  7s. 

Autumn. 

HAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom; 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to-morrow — 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying ; 

Silent,  all  things  seem  to  mourn: 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Calls  to  mind  the  mouldering  urn. 

2  Lo  !  in  yonder  forest  standing, 
Lofty  cedars,  how  they  nod ! 

Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising ! 

Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 
While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping — 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 
Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 

While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring, 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  mine  eyes. 
715 


HYMNS. 

What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure, 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasure — 

Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them. 
Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind  ! 

Now  they're  gone,  like  leaves  of  autumn 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted, 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 

5  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining; 
Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night ; 

But  my  hopes,  so  brightly  shining, 

Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing ; 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom; 
Then  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 

19  L-  M. 

The  good  old  Way. 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends  : 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

Chorus. 
And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  glory  be  to  God  on  high ; 
And  I'll  sing  hallelujah — 

There's  glory  beaming  through  the  sky. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Will  not  prevent  our  victory, 
716 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

[f  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers,  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  eta 

3  0  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart ; 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I '11  sing   etc 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  peace  and  comfort  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear ;  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  etc. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promised  land, 
Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  etc. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend ; 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end; 

Our  God  will  wipe  ail  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  etc. 

7  Then  far  above  this  mortal  shore 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gained  the  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  etCc 

750  5s.  &  lis.  C.  Weslex 

Neivness  of  Life. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear: 
717 


HYMNS. 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  loFe. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  : 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's  her*. 

3  0  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do!" 

0  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
''Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my  throne ,v 

751  6s.  &  4s. 

Leaning  on  Jesus. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
0  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 
My  zeal  inspire : 
718 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  ta*, 
A  burning  fire. 

3  When  life's  dark  maze  I  treatX, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  drea^, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distress  remove ; 
0  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 


752  C.  M.  Suttoh 

The  Christian's  Hope. 

HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one ! 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 

To  harmony  divine ! 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
719 


HYMNS. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 
Shall  howl  around  the  cot  ? 

What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  the  distant  lot  ? 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given, 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

3  From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand. 
From  India's  burning  plain, 

From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  again : 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus''  grace  has  given ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past. 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh 
Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 

There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 

And  hope  immortal  grows : 
0  sacred  hope,  0  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given  ! 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  iast, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
The  hope,  when  daj's  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
720 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

753  L.  M.  Steele. 

Eternity  anticipated. 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ; 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity  !   tremendous  sound ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound ; 
But  0 !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer — 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain— 
The  rising  doubts,  how  sharp  their  pain ! 
My  fears,  0  gracious  God,  remove ; 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord,  0  search  my  inmost  heart 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart ; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

754  &s.  &  7s.  Robinson 
Grateful  Recollections. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount — 0  !  fix  me  on  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
46  721 


HYMNS. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  0  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 

Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 

Here's  my  heart,  Lord;  take  and  seal  it 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

755  7s.  A.  J.  Bair? 

The  Penitent. 

POOR  and  helpless,  Lord,  I  come, 
Blind  and  sinful,  to  thy  throne : 
All  my  life  from  thee  I've  strayed, 
Of  myself  a  rebel  made. 

2  Late  I  heard  thy  voice  of  grace, 
Turned  to  see  thy  smiling  face : 
Justice  drove  my  soul  away, 
Mercy  called  me  yet  to  stay. 

3  Jesus,  canst  thou  bid  me  live  ? 
Canst  thou  all  my  sins  forgive  ? 
0,  I've  sinned  against  thy  love, 
Oft  against  thy  Spirit  strove. 

4  Mercy,  mercy  can  there  be — 
Mercy  for  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
None,  I  know,  but  Jesus'  love 
Can  my  load  of  guilt  remove. 

722 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Darkness  gathers  o'er  my  heart: 
Mine  is  sure  the  sinner's  part ! 
Hope  seems  gone,  and  sorrows  rise : 
Prospects  die,  and  comfort  flies. 

6  Yet  I  hear  thy  blessed  word 
Whispered  by  thy  Spirit,  Lord : 
''All  thy  works  are  vain,"  it  saith : 
"Jesus  saves  alone  through  faith. 

7  "  Troubled  soul,  on  Jesus  rest : 
0  believe,  and  thou  art  blest  : 
'Twas  for  such  as  thee  he  died: 
See  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side !" 

8  0  what  comfort  here  I  find ! 
0  what  rapture  fills  my  mind ! 
Jesus,  all  I  give  to  thee : 
Help  me,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 

756  8s.  &  7s.  Grant, 

Taking  up  the  Cross. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee : 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
723 


HYMNS. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure : 
Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain : 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure — 
With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 

I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father  ; 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee : 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather- 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast: 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me — 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

0,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  : 

0,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee! 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation: 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care : 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee: 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine: 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer ; 

Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

^'57  10s.  &  lis.  Moore. 

The  Disconsolate  comforted. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel : 
7:24 


MISCELLANEOUS 

Here   bring   your  wounded   hearts,  here   tell 
your  anguish ; 
Earth   has   no   sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot 
heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 

H«re  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no   sorrow  that   Heaven   cannot 


3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in 
love: 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared  ;  come,  ever  know- 
ing 
Earth  has  no»sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 

758  6s.  &  5s. 

When  shall  ive  meet  again  ? 

"VTTHEN  shall  we  meet  again, 

VV      Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  from  the  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no,  never! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  for  ever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never! 
725 


HYMNS. 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour: 

May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever : 

Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever : 
Our  hearts  shall  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never! 

759  C.  M.  Watts. 

Martyrs  glorified.    • 

"  rpHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 
JL      shine ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?" 
2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  washed  their  raiment  white 

In  Jesus'  dying-blood. 
8  Now  they  approach  th'  eternal  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  »nd  sacred  songs 

Adore  the  Holy  One. 
4  The  unveiled  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 

Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 
726 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  soulfc, 
And  hunger  flee  as  fast : 

The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 
Whe^e  living  fountains  rise  ; 

And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


760  10s.  &  Us 

Birth  of  Christ. 

HAIL  the  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Mediator 
Down  .from  the  regions  of  glory  descend  : 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger  : 
Lo  !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 

2  Bright  in  the  east,  lo  !  the  Son  of  the  Morning 
Dawns  on  our  darkness,  and  lends  us  his  aid ; 

While  his  pure  light,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guides  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

3  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining  ; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

4  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion 
Odors  of  Eden  and  offerings  divine, 

Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine ! 

5  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure : 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

727 


HYMNS. 

761  P.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

OUR  bondage  here  shall  end  by  and  by: 
From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
Hail  the  glorious  jubilee, 
\nd  to  Canaan  we'll  return  by  and  by. 

2  Oar  Deliverer  will  come  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end 
With  our  threescore  years  and  ten, 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by. 

3  Though  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on ; 

Though  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 
Lo  !   Sinai's  God  is  near : 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we '11  .go  on. 

4  By  Marah's  bitter  streams,  we'll  go  on; 

Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply, 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine  we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood  we  are  come, 

Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 
And  the  waters  he'll  divide, 
And  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout,   We  are 
come. 

6  Then  friends  shall  meet  again  who  have  loved; 

Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet 
At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have  loved. 

7  Then,    with    all    the    happy    throng,    we'll 

rejoice, 
Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
And  through  nil  eternity  we'll  rejoice. 
723 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

762  L.  M.  H.  K.  White, 

\YTHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
VV     The  glittering  hosts  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

'J  Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

8  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And,  through  the  storm  and  dangerous  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever  and  for  evermore, 
The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

763  7s.  Mr3.  Masters 

Pleasures  of  Religion. 

jrpiS  religion  that  can  give 

J_  Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live : 
'Tis  religion  can  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
729 


HYMNS. 

2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity : 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  joys  shall  never  end. 

764  8s.  &  9s. 

Our  buried  Friends. 

MY  buried  friends  can  I  forget  ? 
Or  must  the  grave  eternal  sever  ? 
They  linger  in  my  memory  yet, 

And  in  my  heart  they'll  live  for  ever. 
They  loved  me  once  with  love  sincere, 

And  never  did  their  love  deceive  me ; 
But  often  in  my  conflicts  here 

They  rallied  quickly  to  relieve  me. 

2  I  fain  would  weep — but  what  of  tears  ? 
No  tears  of  mine  could  e'er  recall  them ; 

Nor  would  I  wish  that  grovelling  cares. 
Cares  like  to  mine,  should  e'er  befall  them. 

They  rest  in  realms  of  light  and  love ; 
They  dwell  upon  the  mount  of  glory  ; 

They  bask  in  beams  of  bliss  above, 
And  shout  to  tell  their  happy  story. 

3  I  heard  them  bid  the  world  adieu ; 
I  saw  them  on  the  rolling  billow  : 

Their  far-off  home  appeared  in  view, 
While  yet  they  pressed  a  dying-pillow. 

I  heard  the  parting  pilgrim  tell, 

While  passing  Jordan's  stormy  river, 

"Adieu  to  earth,  for  all  is  well; 
Now  all  is  well  with  me  for  ever." 

4  0  how  I  long  to  join  their  wing, 

And  range  their  fields  of  blooming  flowers  ■ 
Come,  holy  watchers,  come  and  bring 
A  mourner  to  your  blissful  bowers. 
730 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


I'd  speed  with  rapture  on  my  way, 
Nor  would  I  pause  at  Jordan's  river ; 

With  songs  I'd  enter  endless  day, 

And  live  with  my  loved  friends  for  ever. 


o 


765  7s.  &  6s. 

Longing  to  see  Jesus, 

WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountain 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier : 
My  Captain's  gone  before : 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 

And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
I  bid  them  all  adieu ; 

And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  the  way, 

Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray  : 
731 


HYMNS. 

Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 

And  when  your  race  is  ended, 
You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend ; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request: 
He  '11  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

7QQ  L.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Trust  and  Confidence. 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 
Let  fear  in  me  no  more  have  place : 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear ; 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ! 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny ; 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil ; 

The  withering  fig  tree  droop  and  die, 
The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil ; 

The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race ; 

Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear ! 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place ; 
My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
732 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  crossed, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see, 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

4  In  hope — believing  against  hope— 

His  promised  mercy  will  I  claim ; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name. 
Soon,  my  dear  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh  ! 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


767  Us- 

Social  Worshippers  parting. 

FAREWELL,  loving  Christians ;  the  time  is 
at  hand 
When  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band : 
Our  several  engagements  do  call  us  away — 
Separation  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren ;   farewell  for  a 

while  : 
We'll   soon   meet  again,   if    kind   Providence 

smile ; 
But  when  we  are  parted  and  scattered  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other  when  wrestling  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers;    you'll  soon  be 

discharged : 
The  war's  almost  over,  the  crown  is  enlarged: 
With  singing  and  praising,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 
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HYMNS. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who've  listed 

for  war : 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near : 
Although  you  must  travel  this  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you — he'll  lead  you  to 

rest. 

5  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  ye   broken  in 

heart : 
0,  go  to  the  Saviour,  and  choose  the  good  part; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save: 
His  arms  are  extended — your  souls  he'll  re- 
ceive. 

6  Farewell,   careless   sinners :    for   you   I  do 

mourn, 
To  think  of  your  danger,  and  great  unconcern: 
You've  heard  of  the  judgment  where  all  must 

appear — 
0,  there  you'll  stand  trembling  with  torment- 
ing fear. 

7  Your  frolics  and  pastimes,  in  which  you  de- 

light, 
Will  serve  to  torment  you  in  that  dread  affright ; 
You'll  think  of  the  sermons  that  you've  heard 

in  vain, 
When  hope's  gone  for  ever  of  hearing  again. 

8  Farewell,    fellow  -  travellers  ;    farewell,    all 

around  : 
Perhaps  we  '11  not  meet  till  the  last  trump  shall 

sound : 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  you  my  hand, 
The  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

768  C.  m. 

Fellowship  with  God. 

TT^ROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
'      And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 
Or  all  the  paths  thou  'st  trod, 

Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys 
Like  fellowship  with  God? 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
Nor  pleasure's  flowery  road, 

Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  Nor  health,  nor  friendship  here  below, 
Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 

Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5  When  I,  in  love,  am  made  to  bear 
Affliction's  needful  rod, 

Light,  sweet;  and  kind  the  strokes  appear 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

6  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 
And  dark  distraction's  road, 

I'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  taste 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

7  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  death 
Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 

With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath, 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 
And  gain  that  blest  abode, 

There  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

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D0X0L0GIE8. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

C.  M.  D. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word 

And  new-creating  Breath. 
To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  r 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  gloiy  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 
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HOMOLOGIES. 

C.  P.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 
And  in  the  Church  below ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath. 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 
From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

lis. 

0  FATHER  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed.. 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever 
blest, 
All  glory   and  worship  from  earth  and  from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given 

H.  M. 

1^0  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 

S.  M. 

TO  the  Eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One? 
Be  universal  homage  paid, 
And  equal  honors  done. 

S.  M.  WATT8. 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done. 
47  737 


DOXOLOGIES. 


S.  M. 


YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Adore  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Snirit  too. 


SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

8s.  &  7s. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

8,  7  &  4. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father, 
Glory  to  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises ; 
Join  the  elders  round  the  throne; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Hail  the  glorious  Three  in  One. 

10s. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addressed  ; 
From  age  1o  age,  ye  saints,  his  name  adore, 
And  spread  his  fame  till  time  shall  be  uo  more 
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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Above  these  heavens'  created  rounds 70 

According  to  thy  gracious  word 542 

According  to  thy  word  ...• 93 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have ♦ 493 

Again,  indulgent  Lord,  return 523 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 550 

A  home  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought.  687 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man 287 

Ah!   whither  should  I  go.; 441 

Ah,  why  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ....  461 

Ah!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart 457 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 355 

Alas  !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower 661 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise 506 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise...  292 

All  hail !  the  glorious  morn 342 

All  hail  the  great  Immanuel's  name 346 

All  power  and  grace  to  God  belong 191 

All  power  is  to  our  Saviour  given 599 

All-powerful,  self-existent  God 263 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 191 

All  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice 247 

All  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin 415 

All  ye  who  serve  the  Lord  with  fear 44 

All  yesterday  is  gone   424 

Almighty  Father,  God  of  grace 435 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind 633 

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t»AGS 

Almighty  God,  eternal  Lord 560 

Almighty  Lord,  before  thy  throne 695 

Almighty  Maker,  God 262 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 73 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies 17 

Almighty  Spirit,  now  behold 594 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  227 

Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed 484 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 505 

Amazing  grace!   how  sweet  the  sound 299 

Amid- displays  of  wrath  and  love 435 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state 271 

Amid  thy  wrath,  remember  love 72 

Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great  128 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods 135 

And  am  I  born  to  die 672 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 446 

And  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord 470 

And  can  mine  eyes  without  a  tear 356 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 468 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 428 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just 325 

And  dost  thou  say,  "Ask  what  thou  wilt".  487 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love 321 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 685 

And  mus^  this  body  die 679 

And  now  another  week  begins 545 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 701 

And  shall  I  sit  alone  482 

And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 617 

And  will  the  God  of  grace 128 

And  will  the  great  eternal  God 699 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  675 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 371 

And  why  do  our  admiring  eyes 369 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 309 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 336 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace.  691 
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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

PAOR 

Another  day  is  past 577 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 546 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 445 

Are  sinners  now  so  hardened  grown 28 

Arise!  arise!  with  joy  survey 600 

Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 598 

Arise  in  all  thy  splendor,  Lord 597 

Arise,  my  gracious  God 34 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 316 

Arise,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime 512 

Arise,  my  tender  thoughts,  arise. 290 

Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise 220 

Arise,  0  Lord — lift  up  thine  hand 24 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 87 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 598 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King 597 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung 439 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep 658 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 78 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command 607 

Attend,  O  earth,  when  God  declares 9 

At  thy  command,  O  gracious  Lord 542 

4wake,  and  sing  the  song  357 

Awake,  arise,  and  hail  the  morn 307 

Awake!  awake!   each  sluggish  soul 650 

A.wake,  awake  the  sacred  song 358 

A.wake,  my  heart!   my  soul,  arise 548 

\wake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 572 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 323 

fVwake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 503 

A. wake,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise 182 

Awake,  my  tongue!  thy  tribute  bring 265 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls 550 

Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears 502 

Awake,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King 224 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 391 

Awaked  from  sin's  delusive  sleep 453 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 732 

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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

PAGB 

Backward  we  look  with  grief  and  shame..   293 

Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God 100 

Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high 90 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 164 

Before  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad....  311 

Before  thy  throne,  eternal  King 585 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 244 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 42G 

Behold  his  wondrous  grace 223 

Behold,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes 75 

Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive.  314 

Behold' the  gift  of  God 379 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 344 

Behold,  the  grace  appears 305 

Behold,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 608 

Behold  the  King  of  Zion  rise 41 

Behold  the  morning  sun 40 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 329 

Behold  the  sure  foundation-stone 194 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 489 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord 201 

Behold  us,  Lord,  with  humble  fear 15 

Behold  what  condescending  love 535 

Behold  what  pity  touched  the  heart 351 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 467 

Behold  where,  in  a  mortal  form 320 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 653 

Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow 327 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 170 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 490 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 222 

Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know....   142 

Blest  are  the  undefined  in  heart ,.    197 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love ^98 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God 508 

Blest  be  the  Lord,  the  God  of  love 115 

Blest  be  the  Lor.d,  who  heard  my  prayer..     58 

Blest  be  the  tie  tha    binds 497 

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Blest  Comforter  divine 400 

Blest  day,  when  our  ascended  Lord 387 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest 64 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 7 

Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou,  0  Lord 151 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  tender  care 76 

Blest  Jesus,  when  my  soaring  thoughts....  865 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays..  337 

Blest  who  with  generous  pity  glows 76 

Blest  work,  the  youthful  mind  to  win 640 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 591 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 540 

Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above 401 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 313 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 358 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 405 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night 292 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring  .........  692 

Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven 407 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 656 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 510 

Children,  to  your  Creator,  God 638 

Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme 385 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Our  tri...  338 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Sons  of  men  338 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 375 

Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul  ...  92 

Come,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord 97 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 361 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light 389 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day....  547 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  who  reign'st  above...  300 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest 398 

Come,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell...  489 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 395 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God ...  295 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 413 

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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

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Come,  Holy  Ghost,  come  from  on  high 53G 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  songs 359 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind 396 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With  energy 392 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let  thy 393 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 391 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Guest 403 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 418 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 502 

Come,  let  us  anew 717 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 152 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 361 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 519 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 500 

Come,  let  us  join  with  sweet  accord 547 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 349 

Come,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  fays 27w 

Come,  0  thou  King  of  all  thy  saints b-J-S 

Come,  0  ye  saints,  your  voices  raise 62 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above.. 394 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 414 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay 341 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 154 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  721 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 282 

Come,  thou  soul- transforming  Spirit 561 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  oppressed....  415 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 510 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  72  I 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 417 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord 27:' 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name....  662 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,   Lord 203 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing 196 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness.  529 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 601 

Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground..  o2S 
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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

PAGH 

Day  of  judgment — day  of  wonders 669 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 349 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 636 

Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be 443 

Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love.  .   371 

Dear  Eefuge  of  my  weary  soul 635 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine 494 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall  ...  450 

Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now 514 

Death!   'tis  a  melancholy  day 665 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made.   373 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 116 

Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne 293 

Defend  me,  Lord,  from  shame 63 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 451 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 449 

Didst  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame  ....   483 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord 564 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord 365 

Down  from  his  lofty  throne  on  high 165 

Dread  Jehovah,  God  of  nations 694 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 575 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 104 

Enslaved  by  sin,  fast  bound  in  chains 322 

Enwrapt  in  thickest  shades  of  night 588 

Eternal  Father,  God  of  love 500 

Eternal  God,  almighty  Cause 134 

Eternal  God,  celestial  King 100 

Eternal  God,  our  wondering  souls 511 

Eternal  Power,  almighty  God 271 

Eternal  Source  of  every  good 530 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 695 

Eternal  Source  of  joys  divine , 465 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth 402 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 388 

Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness 626 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 721 

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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES 

PAQl 

Exalted  Prince  of  Life,  we  own 346 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God 102 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss....  460 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 458 

Faithful,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are 271 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known &8 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone  558 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 683 

Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 432 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee 628 

"Father  divine,"  the  Saviour  cried 321 

Father  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 569 

Father,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace 116 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound 284 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  alone 397 

Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name 283 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 584 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love,  0  hear  ...  452 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love,  Send  down  389 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house 583 

Fathvj  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 255 

Father,  to  thee  our  souls  we  lift 396 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 480 

Farewell, loving  Christians,  the  time  is  at...  733 

Firm  and  unmoved  are  they .*..  213 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 354 

Firmly  I  stand  on  Zion's  hill 518 

Fixed  on  the  sacred  hills 137 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say 28 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord 237 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record 141 

For  thee,  0  God,  our  constant  praise 100 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love 696 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 566 

From  all  that's  mortal,  ail  that's  vain 734 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 189 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts.  217 
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PAOB 

From  earliest  dawn  of  life 624 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 563 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 592 

'  From  lowest  depths  of  woe 218 

Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince 82 

Gird  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour 602 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 637 

Give  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above 180 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 178 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord...  226 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 225 

Give  to  the  Father  praise 737 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 59 

Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell 607 

, Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 138 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 738 

Glory  to  God  on  high 360 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 578 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 137 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 297 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 267 

God  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise 265 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 83 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 275 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 122 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 449 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 118 

God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 573 

God  of  my  strength,  in  thee  alone 79 

God  of  our  fathers,  by  whose  hand 623 

God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us 565 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 571 

God's  holy  law,  transgressed 286 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 583 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 326 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed 474 

Grace!   'tis  a  charming  sound 299 

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Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 399 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift 397 

Great  first  of  beings!  mighty  Lord 261 1 

Great  God,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 399 

Great  God,  attend  my  humble  call 117 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 130 

Great  God,  at  thy  command 703 

Great  God,  before  thy  mercy-seat 437 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 259 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 103 

Great  God,  now  condescend 534 

Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 696 

Great  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  we  cry...  78 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 596 

Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 548 

Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 263 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 575 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 345 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 668 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway..; 119 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise...  256 

Great  Heir  of  David's  throne 613 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might —  184 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 87 

Great  is  the  Lord  !   our  souls  adore 239 

Great  is  the  Lord!  what  tongue  can  frame.  177 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace 288 

Great  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners 525 

Great  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend 623 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel 127 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear 556 

Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love 423 

Great  Source  of  boundless  power  and  grace.  470 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah 513 

Haa  1  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews....  462 

Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help 151 

Hail,  gracious  Source  of  every  good 101 

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Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good 266 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus  !  how  divine 603 

Hail,  sacred  truth  !  whose  piercing  rays...  253 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds ,.  719 

Hail,  the  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Mediator  727 

Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 309 

Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 715 

Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord 186 

Happy  the  Church,  thou  sacred  place 527 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 462 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 7 

Happy  the  man  whose  tender  care 77 

Hark!  from  the  cross  a  voice  of  peace....  407 

Hark!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ....  655 

Hark,  hark!  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds...  413 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 526 

•Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 343 

Hark!  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy 669 

Hark !  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes.  310 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  say 339 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing 304 

Hark!  the' song  of  jubilee 614 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 330 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices 305 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 121 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise 411 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me 94 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 169 

Hear  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear 169 

Hear,  O  sinner!  mercy  hails  you 408 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims.  657 

Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease...  693 

Heaven  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree....  652 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 334 

He  lives,  the  everlasting  God 206 

He  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives 315 

He  reigns !   the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns..  156 

He  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God 146 

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He  whj  on  earth  as  man  was  known 345 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail 25 

Here  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God 460 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 541 

Here,  in  this  consecrated  grove 568 

Here   in  thy  name,  eternal  God 698 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 69 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 690 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes 306 

High  o'er  the  heavens,  supreme,  alone 170 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 277 

Ho!   every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh  ....  423 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 274 

Holy  Bible!  book  divine 258 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 398 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 393 

Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King 602 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 342 

Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound 580 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 582 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 654 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 496 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 340 

How  charming  is  the  place 555 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 537 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 208 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 682 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  704 

How  gentle  God's  commands 481 

How  glorious  is  the  gift  of  faith 685 

How  great  the  wonders  of  that  cross 385 

How  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey.   705 

flow  heavy  is  the  night 287 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 289 

flow  large  the  promise,  how  divine 532 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 26 

flow  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 455 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 473 

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How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection  712 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair , 125 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see 223 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 211 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 254 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 291 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts...  198 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life M5 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave 653 

How  sweet  aud  awful  is  the  place 538 

How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight 463 

How  sweet  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 549 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 648 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 524 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while 554 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 642 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 643 

How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright.  285 

I  cannot  bear  thine  absence,  Lord 626 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 495 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God % 52 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 242 

I  look  to  thee,  0  Lord,  alone 436 

I  love  the  Lord:  he  heard  my  cries 187 

1  love  the  sacred  book  of  God 256 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 229 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 574 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 370 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 641 

I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face 33 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 277 

I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord 65 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 74 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high 61 

I  would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay..  663 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 21 4 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny 21 5 

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If  human  kindness  meets  return 854 

If  I  must  die,  0,  let  me  die 666 

If  through  unruffled  seas 479 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 232 

Id  duties  and  in  sufferings  too 320 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 440 

Iu  expectation  sweet 673 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise.  249 

In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me 578 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 16 

In  seasons  of  grief  tp  my  God  I'll  repair.   710 

In  sweet,  exalted  strains 530 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise..     42 

In  thee,  O  Lord,  I  place  my  trust 63 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 558 

In  thy  rebukes,  all-gracious  God 478 

In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er 465 

In  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith 459 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 424 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 833 

Indulgent  Lord,  whose,  bounteous  care....   579 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies 595 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine 362 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 219 

Is  this  the  kind  return 448 

It  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light 177 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 166 

Jehovah,  God  most  high 235 

Jehovah,  God,  thy  gracious  power 284 

Jehovah  is  the  Lord  our  God 178 

Jehovah,  Lord  of  power  and  might 20 

Jehovah  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light 149 

Jehovah  reigns  ;   his  throne  is  high 279 

Jehovah  reigns — your  tribute  bring  23 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 689 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend 314 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 326 

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Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 370 

Jesus,  by  his  own  precious  blood 317 

Jesus  demands  the  voice  of  joy 109 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine 521 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 366 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 723 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise 602 

Jesus,  in  whom  but  thee  above 368 

Jesus  invites  his  saints  538 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 377 

Jesus,  Master,  hear  me  now 5-13 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 380 

Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way 380 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 183 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul 440 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 120 

Jesus,  the  Conqueror,  reigns 316 

Jesus,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high 86 

Jesus  the  Saviour's  nigh 134 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  living  bread 378 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 381 

Jesus,  to  thy  celestial  light 369 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 563 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 620 

Jesus,  with  truth  and  power  divine 590 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 318 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 159 

Judge  me,  Lord,  in  righteousness 80 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause 79 

.Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways....  55 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 36 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong 114 

Lamb  of  God,  who  thee  receive .,.  487 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 154 

Let  all  the  just  to  God  with  joy 66 

Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy 110 

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Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 126 

Let  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea 158 

Let  every  creature  join  244 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend. 411 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak..  ....   240 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 736 

Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste  ,.,      32 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say  :... 490 

Let  party  names  no  more 463 

Lei  sinners  take  their  course 96 

Let  songs  of  endless  praise 190 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord 285 

Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly 219 

Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 425 

Let  us  awake  our  joys  347 

Let  us,  with  a  joyful  mind 226 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 168 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice 84 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  now  awake 584 

Life  is  a  span — a  fleeting  hour 663 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 647 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates 51 

Lift  up  your  heads,  Immanuel's  friends  ...   716 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 375 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 324 

Lo,  God  is  here  !  let  us  adore 563 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending 674 

Lo  !  he  cometh  !  countless  trumpets 675 

Lo:  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth 37 

Lo  !   the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour 68 

Lo!   the  mighty  God  appearing 89 

lo,  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 192 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 222 

Long  as  I  live,  all-bounteous  Lord 176 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name 238 

Look,  ye  saints — the  sight  is  glorious 347 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 539 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  bend   212 

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Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 565 

Lord,  hear  my  words — my  spirit  see 13 

Lord,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint 14 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 553 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways 280 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was 4.33 

Lord,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 34 

Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  thy  truth  I  own 200 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 684 

Lor 3,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes  16 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 199 

Lord,  I  have  thee  my  refuge  made 98 

Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days 66 

Lord,  if  thine  eye  survey  our  faults 145 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 13 

Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 405 

Lord,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name 61 

Lord,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land 697 

Lord,  my  God,  how  long  by  thee 27 

Lord  of  Hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 698 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind 27 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear 586 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 132 

Lord,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind..  133 
Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servants  cry  ...  194 
Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land..  101 
Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thr.  230 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 12 

Lord,  through  the  dubious  path  of  life  ....   622 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 147 

Lord,  visit  thy  forsaken  race 599 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 553 

Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults 298 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 146 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1 122 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 511 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man 237 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove..  273 
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Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard..... 533 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove...   539 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high 114 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne 561 

Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire 233 

Lord,  who,  among  the  sons  of  men 50 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 243 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 376 

Mark  the  soft  falling  snow.... 303 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 738 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations 610 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com.   706 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 54 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven 458 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 339 

Mortals,  awake!  with  angels  join 307 

My  buried  friends  can  I  forget 730 

My  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great 444 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years.   650 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 319 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 484 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 718 

My  former  hopes  are  fled 434 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 235 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 581 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears 11 

My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  feet 625 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 99 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 119 

My  God,  U137  Father — blissful  name 469 

My  God,  my  God,  why  now  forsake 331 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 237 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love , 280 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 281 

My  God,  my  prayer  attend 136 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 629 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 106 

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My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 481 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 464 

My  God.  the  steps  of  pious  men 71 

My  God,  thine  ear  indulgent  bend 95 

My  gracious  God,  whose  changeless  love..  522 

My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God 181 

My  hiding-place,  my  refuge-tower 205 

My  Maker  and  my  King 267 

My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 141 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see. 546 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love 25 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 236 

My  Saviour  and  my  King 83 

My  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice 457 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 117 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 46 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord 410 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 504 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day 514 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight 641 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place. 130 

My  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love 171 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 204 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 174 

My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise 176 

My  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 172 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 102 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord 77 

Naked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came 476 

Nature,  with  all  her  powers,  shall  sing....  262 

Nature  with  solemn  accent  cries 259 

No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain 93 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 36 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  452 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 683 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 333 

Not  the  malicious  nor  profane 390 

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Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 294 

No"w  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 82 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 352 

Now  for  a  time  of  lofty  praise   312 

Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 039 

Now,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress 43 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time 42i 

Now  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust 7  3 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King 257 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive 587 

Now  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise  ...  380 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 42 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive 61)0 

Now  living  waters  flow 613 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 40 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise 528 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 11 1 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 313 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 381 

'  0  all  ye  lands,  in  God  rejoice 164 

0  all  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God Ill 

0  all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord,  Each  with  189 

0  all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord,  His  glo.  190 

0  all  ye  people,  clap  your  hands 85 

0  all  ye  people,  shout  and  sing 187 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul;   His  grace 176 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul;  Let  all 173 

0  blessed  souls  are  they 65 

*0  cease,  my  wandering  soul 416 

0  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 152 

0  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day. 631 

0  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 363 

0  could  our  thoughts*  and  wishes  fly 515 

O'er  mountain-tops  the  mount  of  God 604 

O'er  the  gloomy  hijls  of  darkness 593 

O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness  600 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed..  738 
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0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 490 

0  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 438 

0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 486 

0  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 86 

0  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 509 

1  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 377 

0  foF  an  overcoming  faith  664 

0  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 446 

0  God,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee 103 

0  God,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 182 

0  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 95 

0  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 471 

0  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord 3  31 

0  God  of  sovereign  grace 595 

0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 143 

0  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone ...  104 

0  God,  to  earth  incline 112 

0  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 501 

O  happy  day,  when  saints  shall  meet 567 

O  happy  man  whose  soul  is  filled 216 

O  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord 627 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 199 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine  714 

O  let  me,  gracious  Lord,  extend 73 

O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 404 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown 576 

O  Lord,  encouraged  by  thy  grace 533 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 478 

O  Lord,  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee 131 

O  Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love 75 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 10 

0  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 81 

O  Lord,  our  God,  arise 596 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King 20 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great....  18 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine 18 

O  Lord,  the  Saviour  and  defence 144 

O  Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope .  70 

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0  praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good 180 

0  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place '248 

0  praise  the  Lord  With  one  consent 224 

0  render  thanks  and  bless  the  Lord 177 

0  render  thanks  to  God  above 179 

0  sing  to  me  of  heaven G87 

0  stubborn  hearts,  that  could  withstand...   372 
O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  store  713 

0  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 631 

0  that  men  their  songs  would  raise 181 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 526 

0  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 202 

0  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 201 

0  Thou  before  whose  gracious  throne 587 

0  Thou  that  nearest  prayer 397 

0  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 91 

0  Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 19 

0  Thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 621 

0  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear... .   506 

0  Thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high 98 

0  Thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  way 47.6 

0  Thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 454 

0  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 210 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace 421 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 731 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 677 

0  Zion,  tune  thy  voice  606 

Oft  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught.     81 

On  God,  rny  soul,  with  patient  hope 102 

On  God  the  race  of  man  depends 107 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 517 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God 581 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 604 

On  thy  Church,  O  Power  divine 114 

One  there  is,  above  all  others,.  ,... o83 

Once  more,  before  we  part 499 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day £72 

Oppressed  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears....   2^55 
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Our  bondage  here  shall  end  by  and  by 728 

Our  Father  who  in  heaven  art  ... 620 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 627 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 619 

Our  heavenly  Father's  eye 630 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 42 

Our  sins,  alas!  how  strong  they  be 51£ 

Ou'  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 211 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan  422 

Permit  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face 488 

Perpetual  Source  of  light  and  grace 442 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 291 

Poor  and  helpless,  Lord,  I  come 722 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 685 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow.  736 

Praise,  0  praise  the  name  Divine 250 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glory  bless 250 

Praise  the  Lord!  ye  heavens,  adore  him...  246 

Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name 249 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 223 

Praise  ye  the  Lord:  let  praise  employ 248 

Praise  ye  the  Lord !  my  heart  shall  join..  241 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 108 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 616 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 618 

Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross 887 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 31 

Preserve  thy  faithful  servant,  Lord 32 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 488 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 296 

Rejoice!  the  Lord  is  King 614 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 485 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state 140 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 456 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 145 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 426 

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Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home 425 

Rise,  gracious  God,  and  shine 605 

Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 637 

Rise,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground.  260 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft,  for  me 372 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ....<  609 

Safely  through  another  week 556 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 133 

Salvation! — 0  the  joyful  sound 296 

Saved  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell.... 707 

Saviour,  bless  thy  word  to  all 561 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation ...   710 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour...   332 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  430 

Search  my  heart,  my  actions  prove oQ 

See  how  the  rising  sun 570 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending 678 

See  what  a  living  stone 195 

See!  where  the  great  incarnate  God 668 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life 138 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 589 

Shepherds,  hail  the  wondrous  stranger....   308 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine 112 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God 626 

Shout,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns 603 

Show  me,  O  Lord,  thy  sacred  way 52 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 90 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease. .» 289 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 477 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord 110 

Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord 520 

Sing  praises  to  our  God 156 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  song  160 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 153 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 165 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 155 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 738 

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Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure 431 

Sinner,  hell  is  deep  and  yawning 433 

Sinner,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown 429 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 410 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 382 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard ,.  116 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard $91 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die »..  42S 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 409 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 662 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 474 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 580 

Songs  anew  of  honor  framing 161 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 184 

Sons  of  the  mighty!  rise,  and  bring 60 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high 468 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power...  597 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 436 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 57 

Soon  as  the  morning  rays  appear 15 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 612 

Spirit  of  peace,  celestial  Dove 221 

Spirit  of  peace,  immortal  Dove 403 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 504 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 403 

Still  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll 96 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise  651 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 406 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies...  330 

Sure  there's  a  dreadful  God 70 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 128 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 239 

Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die....  655 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 148 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord * 148 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 384 

Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  T  felt.......  521 

Swift  as  declining  shadows  pass 166 

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Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 74 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 157 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 676 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 074 

That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 185 

The  chariot!    the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll.  670 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 579 

The  deep  defilement  of  the  heart  444 

The  earth,  0  Lord,  is  ever  thine 48 

The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come 210 

The  flowery  spring,  at  God's  command....  702 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored 736 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 261 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 39 

The  heavens  his  righteousness  declare 158 

The  Holy  Spirit  sure  is  nigh 400 

The  law  by  Moses  came 301 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know...  301 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 193 

The  Lord  ascends  on  high  10 

The  Lord  declares  his  will .  302 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 37 

The  Lord  is  come :  the  heavens  proclaim..  157 

The  Lord  is  good,  the  heavenly  King 108 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed" 337 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 45 

The  Lord  !    how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ...  172 

The  Lord  in  Zion  ever  reigns 84 

The  Lord  is  judge:   before  his  throne 17 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal 150 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  Let  all 161 

fhe  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 44 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 46 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 57 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise 661 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  294 

The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might...  276 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns  279 

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The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne —  89 

The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King 175 

The  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend 41 

The  man  is  ever  blest 8 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals 566 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 175 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 107 

The  promises  I  sing *  273 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 540 

The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 414 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 535 

The  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die 348 

The  Saviour!  0  what  endless  charms 351 

The  Saviour's  glorious  name 121 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high.... 38 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 420 

The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove 402 

The  swift-declining  day 649 

The  time  is  short :  sinners,  beware 645 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "Escape  to  419 

Thee  we  ado-re,  Eternal  Name 646 

Thee  will  I  bless,  0  Lord,  my  God 68 

Thee  will  I  love,  0  Lord,  my  strength 35 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep 659 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 350 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks 258 

There  is  a  happy  land 711 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 507 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 516 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed  520 

There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen 680 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 688 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  726 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 552 

Think,  O  ye  who  fondly  languish 659 

This  frame.  O  God,  these  noble  powers....  268 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 192 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 297 

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Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will..  700 

Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my  God 198 

Thou  art  the  way  :  to  thee  alone 379 

Thou  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  367 

Thou  gracious  God  and  kind 12b* 

Thou,  gracious  God,  art  my  defence 11 

Thou  great  Instructor,  lest  I  stra}r 188 

Thou  great  Redeemer,  set  me  free 485 

Thou,  Jehovah,  God  o'er  all 130 

Thou,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known  231 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above  , 453 

Thou,  Lord,  through  every  changing  scene  622 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 366 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 465 

Thou  Prince  of  glory,  slain  for  me  355 

Thou  shalt,  0  Lord,  descend 113 

Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong 571 

Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord...     92 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 593 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord 185 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life...     67 
Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same..   167 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 143 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path  671 

Thy  glories,  mighty  God 124 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  how  great 64 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess 269 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord  205 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord 190 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 276 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  577 

Thus  God,  the  eternal  Father,  spake 183 

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord 534 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord 427 

Time  is  winging  us  away 644 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 492 

"'Tis  finished!"  so  the  Saviour  cried 331 

'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 388 

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'Tis  midnight;  and  on  Olive's  brow 328 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 729 

To  celebrate  thy  praise,  0  Lord 23 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 736 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 737 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  ever  blest 738 

To  God  address  the  joyful  psalm 159 

To  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice 125 

To  God  I  lift  mine  eyes ,.  207 

To  God,  in  whom  1  trust 53 

To  God,  our  strength,  your  voice  aloud  ...  127 

To  God  our  voices  let  us  raise 153 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son   736 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 737 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever-blest 179 

To  God,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  mount 22 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 207 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine 647 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God. 158 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 356 

To  praise  the  bounteous  Lord  of  all 704 

To  the  Eternal  Three 737 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light 197 

To  thee,  great  God,  I  make  my  prayer 116 

To  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord 240 

To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord 368 

i  To  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large 48 

To  thy  temple  we  repair , 558 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 311 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 606 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 253 

Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 447 

Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  ....  232 

Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 105 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 536 

'Twas  the  commission  o/  our  Lord 531 

'Twas  told  me  in  my  early  day 643 

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Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill 213 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 509 

Upheld  by  God's  almighty  arm 569 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 056 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 451 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear.. 431 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours  215 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 665 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 473 

Wait,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 483 

Wake,  0  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn 303 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 615 

We  all,  0  Lord,  have  gone  astray 196 

We  come  with  joyful  song 306 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 374 

We  love  thy  holy  temple,  Lord 55 

Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain 443 

Welcome,  delightful  morn  544 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 514 

We've  no  abiding  city  here 513 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 383 

What  cheering  words  are  these 632 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 302 

What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil 284 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  pnge 254 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God'. 188 

What  strange  perplexities  arise 491 

What  though  no  flowers  the  fig  tree  clothe.  466 

What  though  th'  unthinking  world  may  say  12 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 017 

\Vliat  'a  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  ..  "08 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 170 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day 560 

When  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 364 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 667 

iVhen  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away...  662 
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When,  dearest  Saviour,  when  shall  1 552 

When  death  appears  before  my  sight G68 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 686 

When  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 633 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong 31 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 214 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 515 

When  I  pour  out  my  soul  in  prayer 167 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 386 

When  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand 234 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 322 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 480 

When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 729 

When  my  cries  ascend  to  thee 58 

When,  overwhelmed  with  grief 102 

When  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale  680 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death.........  670 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 612 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again 693 

When  shall  we  meet  again 725 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 495> 

When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just.  22: 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come  677 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  624 

When  to  his  temple  God  descends . 564 

When  trouble  fills  my  soul  with  grief. ..........  4& 

When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale  . 70S 

When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest .  228 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts-  arise-...  46£) 

Where  is  my  God?  does  he  retire .....  618 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found. ...  54 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and^find .............  220 

Where'er,  through  all  his  works*  we  s-eaid.  264 

While  in  tne  tender  years  of  youth.... .  639 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. .  139 

While  my  Redeemer's  near- . .....  47 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting'  Power.... ......  629 

While  wit'i  ceaseless  course  the  sua....—.  20} 

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Who,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er 30 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place 29 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  holy  hill 49 

Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill 30 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn 352 

Whom  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven,  but  thee.  123 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 9 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 657 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far 24 

Why  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed.  374 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 522 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 401 

Why  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell.  80 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die 652 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 408 

Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold 51 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue...  230 

With  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth 189 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed....  149 

With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 590 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue 206 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 209 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 318 

With  my  substance  I  will  honor 608 

With  my  whole  heart  I  '11  love  thy  name...  35 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song ...  21 

With  my  whole  heart  I  vve  sought  thy  face.  203 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 162 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 141 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 242 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 448 

Within  thy  house,,  O  Lord  our  God 557 

Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway 359 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne 738 

Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne 681 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 611 

Ye  earthly  vanities,  depart 364 

770 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

PAGB 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 269 

Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now 501 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 610 

Ye  mighty  rulers  of  the  land 60 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 163 

Ye  saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord 187 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 475 

Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord 140 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 638 

Ye  sons  of  earth,  arise 455 

Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race 147 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear 412 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears 634 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join i 245 

Ye  who  in  his  courts  are  found 428 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 421 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 611 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 335 

Yes,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die 683 

Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  love 542 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 472 

Zion,  awake!  thy  strength  renew 605 

771 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


EMBRACED  IN 


THE  HYMNS. 


The  Figures  refer  to  the  Hymns. 


Abba,  354,  355. 

Absence  from  God  depre- 
cated, 332. 

Accepted  time,  282,  283. 

Adam,  58,  66,  67 ;  second, 
66,  67. 

Adoption,  354-357. 

Adoration,  145, 166, 168-171, 
200. 

Advent — See  Christ. 

Adversity,  608. 

Advocate — See  Christ. 

Angels,  ministers  of  God,  41, 
147;  at  advent  of  Christ, 
92 ;  at  sepulchre,  133 ;  wor- 
shipping, 703. 

Anxiety,  315,  442,  446,  625. 

Apostles'  commission,  542. 

Armor,  Christian,  413. 

Ascension — See  Christ. 

Ashamed  of  Christ,  189j  190, 
191. 

Assurance,  217, 218, 430,  766. 

Atonement,  55,  210. 

Autumn,  748. 

Backsliders,  210, 440, 442 ;  re- 
turning, 443,  444. 

Banquet,  278. 

Baptism,  454;  infant,  455- 
461 ;  of  Holy  Ghost,  462. 

Beatitudes,  393. 

Beatific  vision,  706,  707, 718. 

Belief—  See  Faith. 

7 


Benediction,  512-515. 

Bethel,  510. 

Bible,  adaptation,  5,  6;  au- 
thenticity, 2;  delight  in, 
7-10;  family,  745;  light, 
of  the  world,  3*  welcome,. 

Bigotry  deprecated,  348. 
Bishops — See  Ministers. 
Blessing  implored,  500-503. 
Blood  of  Christ,  116-11S,  122-- 

124,  126,  128, 204. 
Boldness  at  throne  of  grace, 

106. 
Bounty,  Divine,  26,  29,  30,. 

42,  723, 724. 
Bread    of   life,  Christ    the, 

203,  204. 
Bridegroom  of  the  Church, 

209. 
Broken  heart,  309,  316,  332. 
Brotherly  love — See  Fellow* 

ship. 
Burdens-  cast  on  God,  378. 

Calamities,  national,  722, 
Calvary,  119,  125, 128. 
Camp-meeting,  51& 
Canaan,  433,  434. 
Children   blessed,   460,  461; 

admonished,  637-639. 
Christ— advent,    89,  94,  96, 

117;   agony,  116-122,127; 

ascension,    97,    101,    142; 

73 


INDEX    OF    S OBJECTS. 


atonement,  55,  117,  129, 
130,  155,  210;  compassion, 
106;  coronation,  149,  150; 
credentials,  101;  crucifix- 
ion and  death,  123-128; 
divinity,  84,  93, 96-98, 101 ; 
enthroned,  144-146,  152; 
exaltation,  97,  103,  147- 
148;  example,  108-113, 
122;  excellence,  166-178; 
glory,  98,  145,  146,  718; 
grace,  98 ;  humiliation, 
117-119;  humility,  110, 
112 ;  incarnation,  84, 85, 87, 
93,  96,  168-170;  interces- 
sion, 102,  104,  105;  king- 
dom, 93,  169,  593-595,  692; 
love,  118,  158-161,  170, 
448;  miracles,  100,  101, 
113;  nativity,  83,  86,  88, 
90-92,  95;  pity,  100,  156, 
157 ;  preciousness,  182  - 
188,200,202;  resurrection, 
131-143,  486-488;  second 
coming,  691  -  694,  699 ; 
our  strength,  400;  sym- 
pathy, 106 ;  triumph,  151. 
Christ — titles : — 
All  in  all,  47,  48,  233 ;  Ad- 
vocate, 103,  140 ;  Bread  of 
life,  203,  204 ;  Bridegroom, 
209;  Conqueror,  132-135, 
142,  574-576;  Counsellor, 
95,  206 ;  Desire  of  all  na- 
tions, 93;  Fountain,  155, 
194;  Friend  of  sinners. 
127,212,288,324;  God,  96, 
99,  101,  160;  Head  of  the 
Church,  695;  Image  of  the 
Father,  98,  169;  Imman- 
uel,  84,  96,  121,  142;  In- 
tercessor, 102-105,  167; 
Judge,  694-699;  Lamb  of 
God,  130,  143,  171-174, 
210;  Leader,  423;  Light 
of  the  world,  199;  Lord 
of  all,  149,  150;  Master, 
102;  Mediator,  153,  154, 
160;  Messiah,  692;  Mighty 
God,  95;    Physician,  195, 


196;  Priest,  106,  208  \ 
Prince  of  peace,  84,  94, 
95;  Prophet,  Priest,  and 
King,  85,  107,  209  ;  Kock, 
194,  742;  Redeemer,  102, 
114,166,208;  Refuge,  201; 
Saviour,  S3,  87,  128,  170; 
Second  Adam,  66,  67; 
Shepherd,  116,  186,  509; 
Son  of  David,  100,  211, 
595;  Son  of  God,  96,  98, 
157, 324, 695 ;  Sun  of  right- 
eousness, 84,  197,  198,718; 
Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  205- 
207  ;  Wisdom,  206 ;  Word 
of  God,  96,  168 ;  Wonder- 
ful, 95. 

Church,  449;  dedication, 
452,  453,  727-729;  glory, 
578-584;  God's  care  of, 
450;  triumphant,  451; 
uniting  with,  408,  409; 
welcome  to,  410. 

Commission,  the  great,  542. 

Communion  with  God,  392 ; 
sought,  625,  626. 

Comforts,  departed,  440. 

Compassion,  61. 

Coldness  lamented,  441. 

Confession  of  sin,  299,  300, 
302-305,  316,  317. 

Confidence  in  Christ,  217, 
766;  in  God,  362. 

Conflagration,  final,  693. 

Conflict,  help  implored, 
416. 

Conformity  to  Christ,  108, 
110,  112,  113,  365. 

Conscience,  299,  305,  319. 

Consecration,  187,  406-408. 

Consistency,  365. 

Consolation,  368,  372,  375. 

Contentment  sought,  272, 
376. 

Contrition,  163-165,  309, 310, 
316,  325,  331,  332. 

Conviction,  61,  299,  300, 
317. 

Country    prayed     for,    721, 


774 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Courage,  413-415. 
Covenant    a    security,    37 

455. 
Creation,  15,  17, 18. 
Crosses,  756. 
Cross  of  Christ,  213-218. 

Darkness,  65,  297,  298. 
Daughter  of  Zion,  451. 
Day  of  salvation,  282,  283. 
Death,  consolation  in,  670; 

contemplation  of.  429. 430. 

656-669,    730;     of   child. 

672,  673,  675;  dreadful  to 

sinner,  679;   of  minister. 

549,550,  671;  preparation 

for,   680,    681;     of   sister, 

674;  support  in,  682. 
Deceitfulness   of   siu,    642- 

645. 
Declension,  442,  443. 
Dedication   of   church,  452. 

453,  727-729. 
Delay,  311. 

Delight  in  Christ.  445. 
Deliverance,  62-67,  384. 
Dependence,  63,  65. 
Depravity,   58,   59,   67,   316, 

327. 
Despair,  297,  298. 
Despondency,  315. 
Destruction  of  the  world — 

See  Judgment. 
Devotion,  516. 
Diligence,  367. 
Dismission,  512-515. 
Disconsolate  comforted,  757. 
Dominion,  divine,  40. 
Doubts,  433,  766. 

Early  piety,  637-640. 
Ebenezer,  754. 
Encouragement,  201,  417. 
Enemies,  109. 
Eternity,  753. 
Evening,  527-537. 
Example,     scriptural,     634, 

635. 
Exultation,     166    169,    202, 

211. 


Faith,  338-344 ;  triumphant 

362,  709. 
Fall,  56-60. 
Family  of  God,  437. 
Fears  dispelled,  432. 
Feast,  gospel,  278. 
Fellowship,   Christian,    347, 

401-405;    with   God,   768; 

with  saints,  437. 
Fidelity,  367. 
Following   Christ,  108,  415, 

756. 
Forgiveness,  109. 
Formality  deprecated,  231. 
Fortitude,  413-415. 
Fountain,  155,  194. 
Friendship,  401,  403,  752. 
Funeral,  730. 

Gethsemane,  119-122. 

Glory  of  God,  172,  174,176. 

Glorying  in  the  cross,  214, 
216. 

God — attributes  : — 
All  -  sufficiency.  47,  48; 
compassion,  29;  conde- 
scension, 28,  31,  34;  eter- 
nity, 13,  14.44:  existence, 
11,  12;  faithfulness,  35, 
36;  forbearance,  27,  28, 
30;  goodness,  24-30,  42; 
grace,  26,  75-77;  great- 
ness, 24,  25 ;  holiness,  37  ; 
incomprehensibility,  52; 
infinity,  31 :  justice,  80, 
299,  300;  knowledge,  23; 
love,  2S,  29,  31-34;  ma- 
jesty, 21,  40, 43-45 ;  mercy, 
30;  omnipotence,  20,  40 
43,  44;  omnipresence,  20. 
21,  42;  omniscience,  22 
providence,  38-46;  self 
existence,  19;  spirituality 
22 ;  unchangeableness,  19 
wisdom,  23,  42,  45 ;  wrath 
693,  694. 

God — titles : — 

All  in  all,  21,  47,  48,  232 
Almighty   King,  49,  56$- , 
Ancient  of  Days,  49;  O  /■ 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


ator,  15-18,  26,  42;  De- 
liverer, 428;  Fathor,  371; 
Guide,  428;  I  AM,  19; 
Jehovah,  428;  King  of 
glory,  41;  Sovereign,  303, 
559,  564;  Trinity,  49-53; 
Unity,  53,  54. 

Gospel,  73,  74,  78-82,  279, 
541,  542. 

3  race,  75-78,  275-277,  363, 
740;  quickening.  389-391. 

Iratitude,  162,  166-175,  188, 
200,  754. 

Grave,  659,  660,  663-665. 

Grief,  61. 

Grieving  the  Spirit,  217,  250, 
251,  291. 

Guilt,  56,  57. 

Happiness.  202,  738. 

Harvest,  736. 

Hearing  the  word.  502-501. 

Heart,  broken.  309,  316,332; 
hardness,  306;  worship  of, 
503. 

Heathen,  555-559. 

Heaven,  assurance  of.  430- 
439 ;  hope  of.  419-421,  702- 
713;  joys,  701,  705-707, 
716,  717;  rest  in,  708, 
744. 

Heavenly  mansion,  418,712- 
714,  739. 

Heavenly-mindedn-ess,  710. 

Hell,  297,  298. 

Holiness,  increase  desired, 
386-388. 

Hope,  436,  752;  rejoicing  in, 
761. 

Holy  Ghost— Comforter,  241, 
243,  245,  2443;  Teacher, 
222;  Spirit  of  holiness, 
227-229 ;  Witness  and  seal, 
104;  departure  deprecated, 
250;  return  sought,  251, 
252;  influence  sought,  170, 
227-244;  grieved,  247,  250. 
251,291;  quickening,  223^ 
231;  descent,  219;  en- 
lightening,  220,   246;    in- 

77 


dwelling,    221,    248,    249; 
operation,  316;    regenera- 
ting. 224-226. 
Humility,  1G3,  164,  308,  309, 
502,  507. 

Idols,  392. 

Impenitence  deplored,  301. 

Immortality,  430,  433,  434. 

Ingratitude,  192,  193;  de- 
plored, 321. 

Inspiration  of  Scriptureg, 
2,4. 

Inconstancy  lamented,  443. 

Indifference,  295,  383. 

Invitations  of  the  gospel, 
257-2S7. 

Installation,  551. 

Incarnation,  168-170. 

Invocation,  170. 

Jerusalem,  New,  715. 
Jesus — (See   Christ.)     Look- 
ing to,  751;  longing  for, 

765. 
Jews,  prayer  for,   567-571 ; 

restoration,  572. 
Joining    the    Church,    408, 

409;  welcome  to,  410. 
Joy  and  peace,  422,  423. 
Jubilee,  year  of,  554;   song 

of,  597. 
Judgment,  day  of,  683-694; 

dreadful,    696 ;     welcome, 

695,  698,  699. 
Judgments  and  mercies,  30, 

306. 
Justification,  55,  57, 129, 130. 

159,  327,  328. 

Kingdom  of  Christ,  149,  169, 
593-595,  692. 

Laborers — See  Ministers. 
Lamb  of  God — See  Christ. 
Law,  79-81,  299,  300. 
Life,  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

650,  651.  653,  654. 
Loving-kindness,  115. 
Light  in  darkness,  417. 
G 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Longing  to  depart,  710,  765. 
Lord's  Dav— See  Sabbath. 
Lord's  Prayer,  605,  606. 
Lord's  Supper,  463-475. 
Love,  of  God,  70,  71,  74;  to 

God,  346;    of  Christ,   91. 

118,    158-161;    to    Christ, 

179-183. 
Lukewarmneas,  441,  444. 

Man,  depravity  of,  58,  59 
guilt  of,  56,  57;  helpless, 
55,  56,  60,  63. 

Martyrs,  glorified.  759. 

Meditation,  621-624. 

Mercy,  68-71.  75,326. 

Meekness,  393. 

Meeting  for  social  worship, 
501,  502.  507. 

Mercy-seat,  511. 

Ministers,  bearers  of  glad 
tidings,  541;  commission 
to,  542;  charge  to,  544; 
consolation  in  the  death 
of,  549,  550,671;  faithful, 
546;  prayer  for,  545,  548, 
552;  ordination  of,  553; 
settlement  of,  551 ;  want 
of,  547. 

Miracles,  100,  101,  113. 

Missionary,  555-571,  585- 
587. 

Missionaries,  departure  of. 
588-591;  farewell,  592. 

Morning,  520-526. 

Mourners,  309,  331,  332. 

Mystery,  153. 

Moses  and  the  Lamb,  167. 

Narrow  way,  254. 

National    humiliation,    721, 

722;     prayer,     721,    722; 

thanksgiving,  725,  726. 
Nativity  of  Christ — SeeChrist. 

Obedience,  366. 
Old  age,  629. 
Ordination,  553. 
Ordinances — SeeBaptUm  and 
Lord's  Supper. 


Paradise — See  Heaven. 

Pardon  implored,  304. 

Parting,  517. 

Party  spirit,  348. 

Pastor — See  Ministers. 

Patience,  379,  380. 

Peace,  515. 

Penitence,  307,  308,  310. 

Penitent,  755. 

Perseverance.  159,  161,  951, 
366,  398,  737. 

Physician  of  Souls  —  Set 
Christ. 

Pilgrimage,  424-428,  439; 
renewed,  750. 

Pity,  62. 

Praise,  167.  169,  170.  632. 

Prayer,  600-620;  pleading 
in,  317 ;  secret,  527 ;  for 
youth,  612;  for  conver- 
sion of  the  world,  559- 
566. 

Pride,  365. 

Prisoners  of  hope,  761. 

Promises  precious,  737,  738. 

Providence,  goodness  of 
723,  724;  protection  of 
357-363.  737. 

Purity,  365,  393. 

Quickening  grace,  389. 

Race,  Christian,  411,  412. 
Reconciliation,  104. 
Redeemer — See  Christ. 
Redemption,  114.  135-137. 
Returning    to    Christ,  333- 

337. 
Refuge,  201,  511;    in   God, 

631-633. 
Regeneration.  60,  224-226. 
Rejoicing,  in  Christ,  200, 202, 

209,  738;  in  the  reign  of, 

596-599;    in    God,    349- 

353. 
Religion,  385, 628 ;  pleasures 

of,  746,  763. 
Repentance,  318-320,  326. 
Reproach  for  Christ,  38L 

7 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Resurrection,  general,  689, 
690;  joy  in,  700. 

Resignation,  356,  357,  368- 
375. 

Retirement,  621-624. 

Revival,  743,  749,  754,  761. 

Righteousness,  63. 

Righteous,  blessedness  of. 
393,  668,  669;  death  of, 
661,  662,  666,  667;  encour- 
aged, 630;  security  of, 
159.161,  627,  628;  victory 
of,  676-678. 

Rites,  insufficiency  of,  130. 

Rock  of  Ages,  194. 

River  of  life,  281. 

Reunion,  719,  720,  758. 

Reward  and  punishment, 
697. 

Sabbath,  delight  in,  476, 
484,  486-488,  491;  even- 
ing, 485 ;  eternal,  489,  490 ; 
preparation  for,  482,  483; 
rest  of,  480,  481;  wel- 
come, 477-479. 

Sacrifice,  130. 

Saints,  communion  of— (See 
Fellowship.)  Departed, 
730,  764;  dying,  741. 

Salvation,  72,  73,  75 ;  day  of, 
282,  283. 

Sanctification,  5*,  284,  386- 
388. 

Satan,  432. 

Saviour — See  Christ. 

Scriptures — See  Bible. 

Seaman,  prayer  of,  614. 

Seal  of  the  Spirit— See  Holy 
Ghost. 

Searching  the  heart,  311, 

Seasons,  723,  724,  733- 
736. 

Sectarianism,  348. 

Secret  prayer — See  Prayer. 

Seed  of  the  word,  300. 

Self-righteousness  re 
nounced,  327-330. 

Self-denial,  305,756. 

Self-examination,  394,  395. 


Sermon,  before,  504-506, 
after,  512. 

Shepherd,  116, 186,  509. 

Submission,  to  Christ,  314; 
to  God,  356,  357. 

Sin,  a  disease,  59,  61 ;  la- 
mented, 322,  323. 

Seeking  Chriit,  289,  311- 
315.  I 

Sincerity,  382.  567,  508. 

Singing,  422,  423. 

Sinners,  210;  urged,  290 , 
expostulated  with,  292, 
293;  admonished,  295, 296, 
648. 

Sloth  deplored,  383. 

Soldier,  Christian,  413-415. 

Sorrow,  65,  309,  755. 

Soul,  414. 

Spring,  733-735. 

Sting  of  death,  677,  678. 

Submission,  376,  379,  380. 

Summer,  736. 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  S4, 
197,  198,  718. 

Sympathy,  Christian,  401- 
403. 

Star  of  Bethlehem,  762. 

Table  of  the  Lord,  463-475. 
Temperance,  365. 
Thanksgiving,  725-726. 
Thief,  converted,  308. 
Throne  of  grace.  106,  317. 
Time,   brevity  of,   646-649; 

flight  of,  652-655. 
Trinity,  49,  254,  515. 
Trumpet,    gospel,    263    265 

55*4. 
Trust,  63,  185. 

Unbelief,  542,  766. 
Union  to  Christ,  397-399. 
Unity,  of  the  Church,  348. 
of  Christians,  348. 

Vanity  of  earth,  641-645. 

Victory,  413. 

Vision  of  heaven — See  Hea 


778 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Waiting  on  God,  379,  380. 
Warfare,  Christian,  413-415. 
Warnings,     253-262,     288, 

294. 
Wa  chfulness,  396,  414. 
Watchmen,  599. 
Way,  Christ  the,  207,   256 ; 

good  old,  749. 
Weeping,  321,  322,  324. 
Witness  of  the  Spirit — See 

Holy  Ghost. 
Worship,    delight    in,    492- 

495;  family,  519-540;  God's 


presenco  sought,  496-503 \ 
closing,  767. 
Wrath  of  God,  693,  694. 

Year,  close  of,  731,  732. 
Youth,  admonished,  636-6 1C; 

prayer  for,  612 ;  prayer  of, 

613. 

Zeal,  187,  406.  407. 

Zion,  comforted,  583,  58 J; 
exalted,  581, 582;  triumph- 
ant, 578. 


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